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November 14th, 1973
Last night I had a dream in which I was trying to figure out a problem. I was studying a piece of paper trying to solve it. It was perplexing. I kept waking up and drifting back to sleep– returning to this dream. Finally, I woke up and forced myself to stay awake. I got up and got a drink of water. Dreams fade from consciousness so quickly– by the time I got back in bed the dream had left me and I slept peacefully until the alarm went off.
Perhaps it’s that easy with life.
Let it fade– let it vanish.