The Influence of Carl Jung
I woke up the other night from a vivid dream to find Meow perched on my head and King whimpering to be let out. I dreamed that I was swimming in a large pool of water. Suddenly, the water began to turn gray, dark. Out of the blue, the sky began to rain down pages filled with words, clearly torn out of books. As soon as the pages hit the water, the water turned to dust and I awoke.
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