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Inventor of egg tree

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Wednesday, May 10 2017

1. Wartime, probably 1940s. A young woman was being investigated for some petty crime she might have committed against her husband. I cross-examined her case and discovered that her husband had ordered some people to spy on her. I also watched a recording of them meeting for the first time. Her husband was selling his invention in the marketplace – seedlings of a tree that grew eggs, which, as he advertised, ‘in size and nutritional value are similar to ostrich eggs’. At tha

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Runaway bride

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Monday, February 13 2017

The whole dream was a Danny Boyle’s movie or rather the story that inspired it. It started with a wedding. I saw ‘myself’ in a mirror – a young, short, fragile-looking blonde quite like Kirsten Dunst, surrounded by friends, getting dressed for the ceremony. I wore a pink lace chemise and a very tight simple white silk wedding dress over it. Instead of the veil I had a white hat with pink flowers. I went to sit next to my fiancé at a long table in a rather dark

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Child labour

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Tuesday, January 31 2017

1. I was about 10-12 years old in the dream and had an older brother of about 16; he looked a lot like Joe Dempsie. The state owned all children and used them for hard work, and we were sent to a yet uninhabited area to cut peat. It was late autumn and bitterly cold, although not snowy yet. We weren't dressed for this and my brother was barefoot. The stream that ran through the peat field was frozen in some places; we had to cut through ice to get to digging and I guided t

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Godot

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Monday, December 26 2016

I went travelling after a break-up. It was summer, the land was all meadows with golden grass. The road was just a faint pair of tire tracks. A guy on a motorbike stopped and offered me a lift; I accepted. While riding, I was watching a movie recorded with ink on a wax cilinder. The road was even and the ride smooth, which made it ideal for watching, although there wasn't a screen; I immersed myself in the story as if I lived it. The story was about a girl who turned all the shop window s

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