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long distance black magic

  I’m living with my parents
in a somewhat dilapidated area–not exactly a slum, but more squalid
than our waking-life ‘hood. In the dream, I have a cousin who is an
Indian witch. Although our relation is not antagonistic, bad things
start to happen while I speak with her on the phone. The one I remember
most clearly is that my friend Dave, who must have been visiting, gets
sucked down the bathtub drain, leaving something that looks like a
dried up tree.


  1. ano

    May 21, 2007 @ 2:16 pm


    wow..maybe you need to google ‘dreams’ n find the emaning

  2. roger

    May 23, 2007 @ 12:54 am


    dreams are always weird indeed!

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