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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.
Hence, this blog.

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Monday, March 1, 2010
Nazi Pig Dance (March 1, 2010)
Honestly, I must have reminded myself three times this morning of what I had exactly dreamed about last night, but I've forgotten half once again. I think the stress of getting to work and then the onslaught of mayhem to follow has been slowly pushing all of my dream memories into places I can't access consciously. Stupid brain.

I've been having numerous dreams throughout the night; each time I wake up, my mind resets itself to dream up something else. This makes it a lot harder to remember them. I would write them down before I forget if I wasn't a lazy, grumpy not-morning person who can't even walk to the bathroom in a straight line upon first getting up.

Discipline is needed.
March 1st
- visiting farm with some weird art performance where a guy dressed like Hitler dances with a pig decorated with swastikas

- stopped on a camping spot in a pretty spring forest where I saw a bunch of baby animals that had been born; there was a family of foxes that looked at us, and I described them as having the faces of children and fuzzy wisps of fur

- visited an arcade as Robin Williams' daughter and ordered chinese, where I kept finding broke utensils in my food; tried (and failed) at stealing someone's quarters....there were also some weird coins with cameo like designs on them

- realized that there was an apartment open above ours...went and investigated and found that it was gigantic and looked out to the water with castle-like buildings in BG. the kitchen was airy and big (modern looking), there were four bedrooms: one was european looking with a slanted ceiling and four paned window, one had its own bathroom; i was talking to the people who lived there to see if Ryan and our two roommates (?) could move in at some point; then my uncle J and G hyrbid started yelling about the government and money and saying we couldn't stay, so we fought and I ran back to tell Ryan we needed to get the apt ASAP

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