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Actually no difference between the conversation that took place in the dream & one that could take place in reality, but the fact that the conversation occurred in the dream gave it a certain added significance. We were out in the new sunroom, the man from my past & his girlfriend, & I was explaining my take surrounding the import of the Time around All Hallows’ & All Souls’, & how the build-up of ritual throughout history culminating in mass celebration is often a reminder to live as well as one can in the moment, knowing one won’t always be able to. Didn’t use the word death. Death could not be uttered in the dream, but death was the impetus to live well. It was all pretty obvious, & nothing I hadn’t said dozens of times before. In fact, the dream tossed in the all-too-real phenomenon of Kathleen off to the side of the room on the phone, probably talking with one of our daughters, distracting me awake.


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