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Dreams of the Unconscious Mind
Are our dreams linked to those travelling stars, or to unseen things with which prophecy connects? Our destinies are assigned to each natal sign as dreams of the unconscious mind are revealed at night when senses are overtaken by sleep. Dreams of embellished forms subdue me entirely and contained in a space of restrictive movement, I float to the multi-colored cosmos like clouds pushed by active forces in the low stratosphere and land wherever they command me to dream. In that black hole where more stars will form, there's no awareness, only a conceivable fret and exceeding the limits of other universes, not as small as ours, my longing is to return. And the unconscious mind travels though long bends and spheres of intense brightness and immense stupor; Earth appears as a glowing dot seen from a million of miles, there I still lay sleeping while the warbling sounds of awakening larks bring me back to a visceral consciousness temporarily lost.
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