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Sociology > Depression |
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"Alan Harding" |
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20 Oct 2007 12:03:55 PM |
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My father was sozzled. |
Strange dream. He'd have a sherry at Xmas and New Year, and rarely a can
of Guinness on a hot day. The huge house with too many rooms to count
the same number twice was in there too. It was strange seeing my father
with a pony-tail.
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The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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| User: "cal" |
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| Title: Re: My father was sozzled. |
20 Oct 2007 02:04:27 PM |
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On 10/20/07 1:03 PM, in article WZRuWLB7TjGHFwFk@harding.demon.co.uk, "Alan
Harding" <Alan@harding.demon.co.uk> wrote:
Strange dream. He'd have a sherry at Xmas and New Year, and rarely a can
of Guinness on a hot day. The huge house with too many rooms to count
the same number twice was in there too.
the "house dream" is a recurring one of mine. it comes in two variants, one
of them like yours, an old, dark house with many rooms, but the doors to
some of them are locked and i have no key. i always wake up as i'm climbing
the attic stairs toward the last room, which i've never reached.
the other variant is a secret apartment. i'm always very happy and
comfortable there and feel completely at home, even though there are things
that were left behind by previous occupants. i don't know where the entrance
is because i'm always just in it. i don't think anyone would know how to
find their way in from outside.
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