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Glad to be dream sharing here. :)

Last night I had an intense dream about trying to keep this katana with me, although I wasn't fighting anybody. It was like I needed to know how to walk with it, and how to stand. For all I've taught myself and been taught by others (Not like you find swordfighters about too much this century, or even the last.) I was in and out of a building that is where most of my drerams occur. It felt academic, like a large library with off white walls and spiralling staircases (much like OSU and PSU libraries combined. Then I found my way to a courtyard wherein the rain pelted me, and made my grip on the hilt of the sword somewhat questionablw. I recall storing the non business end under some loose clothing that I was suddenly adorned in, but not aware of before. Things just seem to develop. Throughout the dream I felt a since of fear and exhilaration, like butterflies for imaging what's around the next corner. I was totally alone the whole time. Perhaps I'm wrestling with myself and need more outlets. Perhaps I'm just a guy who dreamed with a steel fallus?---still not sure on this one. All I know is no more friggginMercury in Retrograde. If you read this Wendy, that's a good thing for the varius and sundry BS that clogs up the pathways unto simple relaxation. To anyone else out there, any thoughts on this one?

Blessings,

JJ