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I finished reading the Exorcist book about 2 weeks ago – fascinating how the fear lurks in my mind and comes out so much later in this dream. Anyhow – I wanted to share a dream today that’s about having a hole in my palm. Cult Voguefeatures blogs on a diverse range of topics related to fashion. Getting your blogs and articles posted here will help you reach out to a new audience and share your unique ideas besides getting this fantastic opportunity to contribute to the fashion community. Close many accounts or windows when you are using them. Again, we applaud your hard work and resolve in helping to right U.S. broadband policy so that it more truly serves consumers, society and our overall prosperity.
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Amazingly, instead of charging me, she instead offered me a second session, free of charge. I’d very much like to take up her offer but I fear it will be much of the same – I simply won’t be able to breathe the whole time. Shortly after reading Lilly’s book, I discovered that someone in my own town has a floatation tank in their home which they rent out to curious folks like myself, in 90 minute sessions. I walk through her room and she watches; intently, intelligently. Here’s what I wrote in my dream journal in February 2009 about a dream with Juan and the demon from The Exorcist. In ths dream, she is in the next room chained to a bed when I get something from Juan in the mail and then have to into her room for some reason.
If I could have breathed and relaxed in total darkness in this state, it would have been very cool.But today was really not what I was hoping for at all and I’m honestly still kinda pissed off about it. I’ve just realized now as I type this that I should be able to do the same thing right before going in the tank and maybe then I can have a real tank experience. This fear slowly dissipated in its intensity over the years; but instead of becoming something I ignorantly feared, it just turned into a fear deep in my head, somewhere. You know, that wonderful place where logic doesn’t apply so well like it does it the real world to contain our fears. Lots of people have their personal nightmare; you know, the one that re-occurs overs the years, the one that horrifies them to the core, even if sometimes it doesn’t seem very scary when talking about it.