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snook Sometimes when i'm drifting into sleep i string along words or phrases or stories and beginnings. I woke up to write one of these the other night and now i have no recollection of what it means.

water
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epitome of incomprehensibility Well, there are lakes and rivers that can carry water to towns. And there's the famous stream of consciousness (or semi-consciousness, as the case may be).

"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay..."

Excuse my randomness. The same thing happens to me. 		080730
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snook Are you ever able to completely recall what it was? What goes through my mind at that time is way better than anything I could come up with completely alert. 080730
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dosquatch That patch of metaphysical real estate between awake and asleep, those precious moments where I am both me and not me, those moments are filled with voices. And they are not mine.

Cosmic_chatter, set adrift in the tea party of the group unconscious, listening in on snippets of conversations of kings, queens, angels, demons, the Gods of Olympus, little gray men from the other end of the universe, a couple of goombahs from around the way, all babbling, whispering, arguing, conspiring, rejoicing, and all melodically blending to sing me off to sleep. 		080730
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Ouroboros collective unconscious 080731
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dos picky, picky, piso_mojado. 080731
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dos collective_unconscious
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PisoBoros noosphere 080731
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