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		<title>It&#8217;s Raining Cats and Dogs  ( a dream )</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s Raining Cats and Dogs We were living in a house up along a mountain side, or large hillside.     We were up at the house, going through quickly and removing anything of sentimental or monetary value out of the house.  There had been a last minute, emergency warning of an approaching storm, with a high [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hands</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Each night, more oft than not, I would feel those claws slide up my thigh, the other encircling my throat.  It was so seductive, so dangerous.  Did it want to kill me or fuck me?  Or both?      The days passed.  I would meditate on those hands.  Their presence was starting to wear on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>River of Blood</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[( This was a dream I had a couple nights ago ) I was in a building, and it looked to be an old abandoned perhaps research facility.  There was a very large room, and above was a loft-like area enclosed in thick plastic windows overlooking the room.  There was a catwalk stairwell that circled [...]]]></description>
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