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I do not dream very often but some of my dreams are incredible. I will speak about some of them. When I was very young, I had a dream at repetitions. I was going to the flower bed of one of our neighbor by pure curiosity. The was an hole as in the cemetery and I always fall inn. Panic was waking me up. It is just after many dozen of this dream that I have been able to get out of that hole. Pride! Joy! Few years ago, the recurrence of a dream was a bit different but always come to the same end. I was travelling and my wallet was be stolen or loose. A great distress was waking me up.

avril 23, 2019
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