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Thunderbird
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My
dreams are garbled tonight. Then...an image blazed itself on top of the dream...a burning, neon glow outline. The dream underneath seemed unaware of this new development and continued in the background in a muted tone. The object on top etched itself with a hot, white light. It
was the image of a Thunderbird. And,
as silly as it sounds...I awoke right after the dream...and a plastic,
glow-in-the-dark star (they are pasted to my ceiling) fell down and
landed a few inches from my face (giggling). At that moment, I knew with every ounce of my being, all that mattered was the Path. L.S. (Nov98)
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