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If I were to shamelessly indulge what should remain hidden in mystery, and boldly attempt to interpret this dream, which, of course, I would never publicly admit, I would timidly guess these dreams could be about defining patriarchalism as a world view in which sensuality could not remain connected  and valued as an ecologically and theologically relevant form of intelligence, perhaps even ecofeminist wisdom of profound ego/eco-therapeutic merit.

Strange dreams last night include gathering enthusiastic consumers to shepherd and possibly own cheaply decaying properties, ghettoes of hopelessness, ungodliness. And, later, an all male bacchanal of real estate agents, toned agencies for commercial acquisition, surrounded by witnessing properties of no sensory interest to any realtime guy, straight or gay or in-between. Gathered to teach their purchasers' desire and demise while getting naked in a boorishly unsexy way, while dispassionately watching in time's eternal mirror. They and our witnessing and witnessed properties nakedly longing for resilient sensuality and settling for this brief spasmodic climax of Time's young adult male supremacy over realtime commodified markets Iconic of mass mediated male mattered sexuality, Visual and, at best, marginally sensual Inviting touch without true feeling, sight without warm hearing, natural taste without spiritual fragrance, being without belonging, mass without energy yang without yin space without sufficient time to dream, remember regenerate resonate resolve dissolve, Breathe in as out invites Earth's new dawn PostViral 2020 strange dreams last...

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