Not only am I dreaming poetry, I am apparently reciting it in my sleep. I had no idea until my sleeping partner informed me of this. He says I whisper in words he can't make out, but that the cadence is like me performing. He says it sounds like I'm talking with spirits, and that they don't want anyone else to hear us.
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Our resident ghost likes to watch television. It turns it on late at night sometimes. But last night it was watching an infomercial.
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The Thundergods visited yesterday and look like they will be returning this afternoon. I've experienced thunder during snow storms, but yesterday the thunder accompanied the rain. It was glorious. The snow is rapidly disappearing. The foot we got a week ago has melted, and the snow buried in the crevasses and forests is finally withdrawing into the soil.
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Last night, I was engaged in intergalactic battle. No knives. Laser beams. The dream kept looping back on itself so I was repeating the same sequences, with varying degrees of success. Sounds like my entire 20s.
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Full Moon in Scorpio Wednesday. I feel the energy building.
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