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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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Monday, March 1, 2010
Floating in a Bucket (Feb 21st-25th, 2010)
Last week was quite a long one; I relished in any sleep I could get, so my dreams were probably extra crazy, but also less remembered. Here are the ones I could recall:
Week of Feb. 21st
- Me being upset that my friend (who sort of looked like Brittany Murphy and also an old friend of mine) had committed suicide my slitting her wrists. I was back in time to tell my friends in order to go to where she worked at a brothel as a bartender to talk her out of it

- flooding in nyc, went to meet ryan, but mom and i got stuck in flood. we got inside a bucket and floated out to the harbor where we were swept up under the Verrazno bridge. It was cold, creepy and dark (could see rusty udnerside of bridge). I was afraid we would get lost out further so we managed to get to a shore of Hempstead/Homeade, NY where I fished my phone out of the waterlogged purse and called Ryan to tell him of our adventure. He said he had found the Twin Peaks movie "Fire Walk With Me" Special Edition, but it was a whopping $80.

- dream about a crazy movie called "The Street" where a girl is being tested as to whether she's worthy of marrying a man by an evil witch: she's confronted by a man who gets gradually younger and more handsome as time goes on, a witch's odd voice, at one point start spitting out a hoard of bugs out; at the end of the dream it turns out it's a DVD my dad is trying to watch and it has been reviewed badly by Siskel and Ebert; also at some point in the dream there was a party at someone's house (very white rooms) in the UK where everyone was getting drunk

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