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Dance through the memory palace

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Sunday, April 23 2017

A mostly light and airy dream inside my memory palace. I am dancing through the halls of it, a dance like modern ballet, in motion all the time.   The walls of the first hall are covered with a relief of white porcelain flowers to jog my memory with the story of how the flowers got their colours. A blue-haired girl dressed in a white top and capris dances with me through the names of the colours in all the languages I use.   The next room is smaller and the walls are

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Alex's birthday

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Saturday, March 11 2017

  In the centre of the dream is the Hub that looks like an ordinary corridor in a hotel or an office building, except that the doors lead to different locations. Behind one of the doors is a sanatorium room where I’m spending my vacation. It looks like an ordinary hotel room and there is a pine forest visible from the window. First I go into the Hub and through a door that leads to a huge garden under a dome. The garden is situated on a steep cone-shaped hill, about 200 fee

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War slave and widower

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Saturday, February 4 2017

The conversations in these dreams were in Old Russian that I barely understood, and responded in modern Russian. 1. There was a big victory parade in a huge, red brick hall illuminated by wagon wheel chandeliers. I was a war slave, one among many, and we were expected to swear fealty to our new masters. The masters had both the Bible and Quran, but I couldn’t make an oath on either, and swore on a fencing manual, after which I had to prove my prowess with a sword. The next day I

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Shackles

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Sunday, January 22 2017

I was in the bedroom of an unfamiliar artist. There was a round bed with white silk bedding and a huge glass chandelier above it. I had just woken up and was squeezing my feet into shackles that looked like ordinary shiny handcuffs. Then I was trying to get dressed, pulling black silk knickers and a skirt on, which was miraculously quite easy but very funny, and was laughing all the while. The artist was talking incessantly about the significance of the colour white and how h

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