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http://www.wrjournal.com/articles/2007/01/09/news/local_news/tstory.txt Looking for a break from the cold, I curled underneath my baby’s stove in her soul kitchen. As Ursa Major ascended over Queen’s Crown and shone through a brittle windowpane a hypnagogic reverie fluttered through my comatose state: A King perched high above worldly problems laid aside his bubble swatter in the ivory tower and descended to a secret room beneath the magic reservoir moat. Through a flat screen-changing mirror , he gazed upon happenings of the Realm, witnessing Twilight episodes of good commoners securing the homeland: A resort director bussing tables made certain that nothing went to waste. The President of a dozen banks polished off her pennies and placed them in a Leadville copper basin. An airline executive dashed across the ice to help unload a cargo full of skis. An attorney and his insurance executive shoveled snow off an elderly lady’s roof during their lunch break. The king rubbed his eyes in

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Jim Banholzer In a rich Arabian adventure from The Book of One Thousand and One Nights , while working late one night the poor woodcutter Ala-baba “just so happens” to overhear forty thieves visiting their treasure trove, which is sealed in a cave by magic. He hears the words Open Sesame used to magically swing ajar the heavy stone door and after the bandits leave, uses it to access the shimmering jewels. The concept of using magic words has frequently been utilized in enduring fables. Gandalf had difficulty remembering the words to open the door to the Mine’s of Moria and had to sit down to intensely explore his subconscious mind for a spell, until he finally recalled that it was “Mellon”, the elvish word denoted for friend that opens the door to well being. I’m even told that Harry Potter used this trick once or thrice in similar fashion. One evening as I was grumbling in my search for some magic words to help me stay awake on a midnight shift, I started thinking about how certain s

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Finding treasures in dreams fascinates me. Especially when there is some uncertainty of exactly what the treasure is. Twice recently, I’ve had vivid dreams where some unidentified magnificent presence was there, but fogged away upon my awakening. Last week, I dreamt that my father, brother and I traveled together to watch a professional baseball game at some unknown stadium. The two of them walked down to some lower bleachers, while I grabbed some suds on an upper concourse in between a couple of shady characters. One of these men wore a dark motorcycle T-shirt or jacket with elaborate writings on the back. These complicated slogans made great sense in the dream and were certainly an integral part of an answer to some broad realm, but I disremembered them upon later awakening. In the dream, the strangers and I split apart after our order from the snack bar, and then I looked down at my change and noticed that somehow in the chaos of the busy exchange my ticket became bent up. Inspectin

If you've "lived on decaf" then you've "faced no devil" (related link:) http://www.erowid.org/experiences/subs/exp_Caffeine.shtml

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Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea Hello fellow aspiring Idahoans who are chalk full of creative jangling juices, while dangling over precipices. What we are hoping for here are the most imaginative things that you think a fortunate diver might find at the very bottom of Redfish Lake. The more far-fetched the item -the better. Please dig deep and try to touch bottom here. Stretch that flaccid imagination out for a walk around the sparkly lake and shake off those Winter Doldrums. We encourage your comments:

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Jim Banholzer http://www.woodriverjournal.com/articles/2007/05/29/features/sockdolagers/sockdolagers.txt To embark on the question, “Why should we write?” there exist innumerable answers. For starters, once we begin the process of writing; unexpected new solutions come along, while we formulate new thoughts. Like bolts from the blue, sometimes these revelations stun even the author. For instance, When J.R.R. Tolkien was scripting his brilliant tale, The Lord of the Rings , the mystifying character Aragorn suddenly appeared on the pages of his manuscript, smoking in the corner of the ‘Prancing Pony’. Dr.Tolkien’s first instinct was to dismiss this vagabond, by editing him away. However, as the story evolved, Aragorn not only became a lead role player, but the King himself. The great mystery herewithin is that one of the most imaginative authors of our last millennia, -a word-wizard himself- could not predict this, but rather enjoyed the uncanny solutions that came along during the wri

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Up There For Shannon Lucid I want to travel to Ancient Sirius. Seriously tonight in a beaming dream. I’ve heard that some African tribes believe that this is their true ancestral land. You can read about Dagon tribes of Sudan in Graham Hancock’s anthropological tome called Supernatural . Sometimes legitimate dreamers discuss phantasmic phenomena like this under the snow-white stars in CSI’s parking lot after Thursday evening’s cultural anthropology class dismisses, right before tucking into star-shifting beds. Without apologies, I would like to take off to there, way up over the piney wood. And call in sick tomorrow on a supernatural satellite well phone. I trust up there floating in the silver fruit that they will have an advanced form of pine nuts to munch on when my years of fascination finally dwindle down to a new hunger. I’ve heard that the apes on Sirius hold telescopes backwards that really work as microscopes. Even their lowest king enjoys this convenient vision. Speaking of

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