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My name is Tara Rose. I am a writer/producer in Brooklyn, NY. I often have very lucid, epic dreams, which I enjoy pondering & sharing with others.
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Dinosaur Beach (March 2010)
I dreamed these little nuggets of craziness as I was being awoken by my alarm clock....after pressing "Snooze" about five times. Somehow, I managed to go back into my dream immediately after waking up to my twinkling cell.
March 25, 2010
First dream consisted of a Toy Story-esque scene of toys (me being one of them) falling into a tree outside their house and being generally irritated about the whole thing.

Next, I was on a beach where an ex is there talking about how is new gf is so great, she made him a sandwich, i go out to the water and walk around; when i come back he is sitting there with her and i try to dump sand and water on their heads but im not being very inconspicuous and i just look really retarded; then i run away, all the time fiddling with my ring because it hurts on my finger; it seems like spring break, there are people everywhere. we walk back to the resort beach and see that there are huge dinosaurs playing on it; they look friendly, but when they see us their eyes glow and they charge after us. These are fast fucking dinosaurs, power-running. I try to get to a car, but I tell myself "Wake up now!" and I do, rather abruptly.

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