She said: "It was a fine day; as fine a day as can be imagined. The sun was shined down on me and I could feel the heat and it felt good after the too long winter. I felt like I now know why people who have the money go South for the colder months. "I have made it through" I thought to myself. "I can move on from here". I felt that the sun was shinning on me for a reason. I felt that, from here on, things would go my way and everything would work out for the best. I felt free to do the things I want to do. I felt like I was whole again. I felt like maybe the Doctor got it wrong and that I wasn't really that sick. I felt that I was getting better now that the sun had shined on me. I felt like the worst was over. I also felt that I was fooling myself, but it felt good to be in denial for a little while; a little while while the sun was shinning on me."

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He said: "I have had to learn all of this the hard way. It has taken a lot of my time and a lot of my energy and focus, and this is what I know now: The Universe we live in is made up of knotted braids of misunderstanding. These misunderstandings affect the entire cosmos and, indeed, everything we do. We have been unaware of how much all of this affects us moment by moment. It is like a game of tennis that is played in a small room. That was why it took me so long to document this discovery. Because the Misunderstanding is so woven into the fabric of our thinking and of our lives as we experience them, it has been difficult to separate the various components of this discovery. It has been difficult to organize my findings. It has been frustrating because my focus of often pulled away and I forget what it is I need to do. I forget often, but I know for a fact now that everyone doesn't remember something and that is because of the braids of misunderstanding."

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She said: "He was my kind of man. He rocked hard with the band and lived a 24 hour day. I couldn't keep up with him, but I tried. It was hopeless. Even if I took the drugs and stuff he jammed down his throat and nose and whatnot, I could not stay up with him and his 24 hour days. He was just crazy in that way. The band was at their peak then and soon it all started to fall quietly apart. The drummer stopped taking to the Bass player. The Bass player had a beef with the lead singer who, in turn, couldn't stand the Guitar player who hated the Drummer. In that kind of close environment, this was the start of a long fall. But I have to say, I was crazy to stay with him, as crazy as he was. But I guess I loved him in some way. He was my kind a guy, even though he was a junkie and a jerk sometimes. Even through all of that, I have to say I loved him. I guess that means I was crazy too, and I guess I was. I guess we all were. I guess it was the best part of life up until now"

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He said: "This is the dream of the dreamer dreaming. This is the call to action. This is the answer to the call. This is the vision of the other side of the coin. This is the reward and this is the punishment. This is the dream we all dream. This is a warning of caution."

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He said: "I am loosing my words. Each day more of my words leave me and I have to invent new ways to speak without the use of the lost words. If it is a complicated word that is gone, that is not so much a problem. I can always use a simpler word in it's place. But, when a simple word is taken from me, well, that can cause problems. It makes talking to you tricky as I try to take the long was around a word or a group of words that are simple and known to everyone but me. It is frustrating to say the least. I used to like talking to people. Now I dread it. I never know what word has been taken from me until I try to find it in my head and around my mouth. That is when I know that it is gone. That is when I know that I have lost another word. It's like loosing another friend. It's like the word getting smaller every day. It's like a kind of death."

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She said: "..I had this terrible dream where everything around me was on fire. The houses in my neighborhood were on fire and the trees where on fire and all around me people were screaming because of the fire. I, however, wasn't on fire. I could feel heat and I could smell smoke, but the fire wasn't on me, but it was all around me. I don't know why I wasn't burnt. I don't know why I was saved. I don't know what started the fire and I don't know what put it out because I woke up then. I was breathing so fast and I started to cry. The dream was so real. I finally settled down, but I could not sleep anymore. I saw the sun come up, but I stayed in bed. I called in sick to work because I was still so upset. What do you think it means? Why did the fire happen? What put it out? Why was this my dream? I don't think anyone else I know had such a dream. I never want to die that way. I don't want to go by fire. I don't want to go by fire."

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