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	<title>Comments on: Night terrors and night terrorists</title>
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		<title>By: jesse</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have to share a story here. When I was 12 years old and slept on the top bunk I had a dream that our house now contained  another room in the attic, which i then entered via my bedroom ceiling, finding a woodworking shop, of all things. In the morning as I was eating my cereal and my mother looked into my bedroom and asked why our light fixture was dangling by only one wire and frayed loose wires, electrical tape and  fiberglass insulation were hanging out of the hole the fixture had occupied in our ceiling. Her pointing this out to me immediately recalled memory of my dream, but no recollection of me standing up on my bed to reach the fixture and disconnect all the wiring I could by hand. Not the most far out dream I&#039;ve had but the only one that led to any action.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to share a story here. When I was 12 years old and slept on the top bunk I had a dream that our house now contained  another room in the attic, which i then entered via my bedroom ceiling, finding a woodworking shop, of all things. In the morning as I was eating my cereal and my mother looked into my bedroom and asked why our light fixture was dangling by only one wire and frayed loose wires, electrical tape and  fiberglass insulation were hanging out of the hole the fixture had occupied in our ceiling. Her pointing this out to me immediately recalled memory of my dream, but no recollection of me standing up on my bed to reach the fixture and disconnect all the wiring I could by hand. Not the most far out dream I&#8217;ve had but the only one that led to any action.</p>
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