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[wolven7]

had a good handle on my dreams, last nyte. Even after the Rooster, the waking up three tymes, and the feeling ill, i still had a pretty good handle on them. Then the phone rang. There's nothign like shrill repetitive ringing noises to wipe out all memory of that which came before, in a different mental state. It was my mother, asking about school, money, and work. Three things about which i'd rather not think, just now, but oh well. In other news, my auditory senses aided me from across the apartment, in hearing the phone. So we can all rest assured knowing my hearing's good.

The dreams involved more elevators, some people i see around school, randomly, getting into a fight, and some sort of celestial type beings. If i remember any more, i'll tell someone, so i remember, and i'll post it, here. Gotta go to class. Dream Well