From Journal Entry 11/21/2025 The dream began with me leaving a high school. My daughter had just graduated, and we walked out together into the open air before going our separate ways. She drifted in one direction while I went in another. It felt symbolic, as if a part of me was moving into its own independence, growing up and stepping into its next phase. I didn’t feel sad...just aware that I was walking my own path, separate from anyone else. The dream shifted, and suddenly I was inside an old tavern/general store, the kind that feels half like the Wild West and half like some timeless spiritual saloon. There was a man standing near the center giving some kind of speech. His rhetoric felt inflated and empty to me...full of noise but no truth. Everyone else seemed hypnotized by him, hanging on his every word. Off to the side, a woman was singing. Her voice was beautiful, clear, emotional, true. But no one was paying attention to her. It bothered me deeply. I could...
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