Tell you details?
Details tonight at eleven. Tune in.

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Hi there dream lovers!
Let me tell you about a dream.
I was standing on a hill, looking up into the sky.
There were threatening things appearing up there.
Flashing lights. Silence.
Ominous flights. Silence.
Fluttering wings. Thunder.
I picked up a bolt of lightning.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Darkness.
A Viking ship appeared in the sky.
Oars swept the clouds by.
A drum beat.
War chants echoed above.
I picked up a bolt of lightning.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Darkness.
An enormous butterfly appeared.
Black bands surrounded brilliant yellow, and green.
Purple and red flashed on its tail.
I picked up a bolt of lightning.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Darkness.
A brilliant light appeared.
Heat burned my face.
Hot wind rustled my hair.
I picked up a bolt of lightning.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Darkness.
An enormous shadow appeared.
It wavered.
It shimmered.
It shrank.
It expanded.
It called softly my name.
I picked up a bolt of fabric.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Ribbons appeared.
A face emerged from the ribbons.
A lovely woman's face.
She whispered.
"I love you, dear."
I picked up a boquet of flowers.
I hurled it skyward.
Poof!
Something burst.
Hearts appeared.
I cheered.

Be sure to tune in tomorrow at 7 for more breaking dreams!

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Good Morning Dream Lovers!
Welcome to the Early Bird What Happened Call!
This morning's dream is brought to you by our proud sponsor: Early Detection and Re-Direction.
Now for your reading enjoyment, Thuuuh ... Seeker!

Seeker:
I was trudging uphill.
Cold was the wind.
Grey were the stones.
The air was thin.
Short was my Breath.
Long was my path.
Near was the Summit.
I came over the rise.
What a surprise.
A lone seated figure.
In Lotus Position.
Wearing loincloth and smile.
Eyes closed the while.
Serene and beguiling.
As I neared his position,
I went down to my knees,
My head to the ground.
And said to him "Please?"
Sage:
"What matters?"
Seeker:
I seek a small favor.
Sage:
What if I waver?
Seeker:
I will ask thusly:
Pray tell me wise Lord
Of this lofty summit,
Of my problem's solution,
And what shall come from it?
Sage:
What of the problem?
Seeker:
I have lost someone precious.
Sage:
By death or transgression?
Seeker:
M'Lord it was error,
no more than just human.
Sage:
What have you learned?
Seeker:
I have learned to accept this.
I will not place blame.
Never in this world
Will we be the same.
Was I wrong?
Did I falter?
Who ever can say,
what real truth is
at the end of the day.
But past is now past.
On to the future.
Without my lost Precious,
what shall become of us?
Sage:
What follows the stars?
Seeker:
The dawn?
Sage:
And you come upon ...?
Seeker:
More of the same?
Sage:
What is the same?
Seeker:
My searching?
Sage:
What of that ... values?
Seeker:
Is seeking the answer?
Sage:
Why should it not be?
Seeker:
So by seeking and seeking,
And never to tarry,
I can find my new love,
And possibly marry?
Wishing wild wishes
and freedom of thought,
my aims will be fruitful,
and not come to naught?
Sage:
Who more truly has spoken?
Seeker:
Your pawn, I'm a token.
Of your excellent game.
The wisest of wise,
Ever the same,
I honor your name.
But what can it be?
Sage:
When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
Seeker:
Only me?
Can it be?
I am my own answer?
Of that I pray thee?
Sage:
Have you spoken?
Seeker:
Indeed thusly.
And what ever else must be.

Crawling backwards,
head to the ground,
I retreated the summit.
A glow in my heart
that came from it.
As I passed just out of sight,
My master was gone
But now all was right.

That's our dream for today, folks! Tune in again at 11 for the best Dreams on the Web!

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt this readcast with an interesting bulletin.
Receivers at the University of Wasatchington have intercepted a signal from the top of Mt. Olympus.
The message was in ancient Greek, but classical scholars at Wasatch U say they have interpreted the message.
Here it is folks, verbatim.

Message Begins:
Respect is now evidently the center point about which circles all human relations.
There are three levels of respect.
First, and most basic, if you respect a person, then you do no harm. Not to their body, possessions, self image, their friends or relations, their aspirations, or anything else they hold dear.
Second, a more extreme level of respect is when you admire, honor, esteem, or maybe cherish the person or some aspect of the person.
Third, and the ultimate way of respect, is to follow the person, do what they do, go in their path, be at their side, or in their wake. The person is seen as worthy of trust or sacrifice. Worthy to give whatever you have to give, and expect nothing in return. This is true love.
People are hardly even capable of it, because having this love is the most unselfish attitude anyone ever can achieve. The most common example is the love of a parent for a child.

Peace on Earth.
Goodwill towards humankind.
The gods have spoken.
End of message.

If you have any questions, just include them in your prayers tonight before bedtime, and pleasant dreams! Tune in at 7 for more breaking dreams!

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Good Morning Dreamers!
Time for the Early Bird What Happened Call!
This morning's readcast is brought to you by Whiffin' Brew Coffee, "Its time to wake up and smell ... better!
It was a scary night folks. We visited the MySpace Bar & Cafe(no shirt, no shoes, no service), a local tavern with the decent clientelle, who were interupted by an uncouth stranger ...



BAM!

As thuh dar opens with a slam ...
So sez ye heez ugly
Well ahz don't give a ****
Sunbarned,
Wi' ah bituva smell
So ye tarn upyer noses,
Ya can go ta bloody ****
Ya looks among yarselves
As ifta say Mates,
We've a downturn o'luck.
Well as ta that notion,
Ah don't give a ****
The wind is up.
So ye tarns tatha lee
Cuz ahm a bloody ol' Pirate
O' tha Caribbee.
Ahv got me shart,
An pea jacket too.
An ahv got a shoe
On me good leg
On taothor a peg.
So let's have some sarvice!
Hey you thar lass,
Don't just stand gazin'
Like yuv a prune up yar ***
Harz me bright guinea.
So sez ye now Sar,
Wat'l it be?
Whar ah comes from,
Every ol' sailor
Drinks nothin' but Rum.
An if anyovyaz might
Be thinkin' ta fight,
Well ahl showye me Sabar
Bright an well sharp
Next yall be holdin'
A bloody Harp.
If yaz thinks ahm rude
Well ya can have a fit.
Whatever ye sez,
Ah don't give a ****

Well thishyar company ...
Too civil far me,
So ahl finish me brew
An say Adieu.

And that's how it was. We came through it without a scratch. But a lingering odor ...
Tune in again at 11 for more Dreams, as they come to us. Gooday Mates!

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Good evening, dreamers. Tonight we have a request from our past dream files. So this one is for B... "You left me behind, but not from my mind, this Sorry Thing."


Mommy, do I have to?
Bedtime sweetie.
Will you sing to me?

Lay your head on this pillow
Say "I had a busy day.
I'll try again tomorrow,
Forever and a day.
Forever and a day,
Mommy, Mommy,
Forever and a day."

Your father and I
Began to wonder why
We could not hear good news.
We could not share our views.
We could not share our views,
Honey, Honey,
We could not share our views.

We looked and looked
To find our way out,
But every way out
Brought us back in.
We desparately fought
To find our way out.
Honey, we just could not win.
So we took the bumpiest
Road out of town.
Road out of town,
We took the bumpiest
Road out of town,
Honey, Honey,
The bumpiest road out of town.
No more hangin' around.
We departed that ground.
We rode out of town.
We rode out of town,
Honey, Honey,
We rattled our way out of town.

Our lives became a journey
Across the countryside.
Of hills and streams
And broken dreams
And mountain vistas wide.
Through brambles and briars
And swamps with their mires
We came to a river wide.
We came to a riverside,
Honey, Honey,
We came to a riverside.

We started across,
We started across,
That river of melted snow.
Swift was the water's current
That whirled us to and fro,
Swirled us high,
Swirled us low.
Where we were afraid to go.
We were afraid
We were afraid,
Honey, Honey,
We were afraid to go.
Your father parted from us.
He said he had to go.
He said he had to go,
Honey, Honey,
He said he had to go.

We've come across that river
To this shore come what may
We tarry not, nor soon forgot,
Our passage nor our way.
That cold swift ol' river
Lays behind us now,
It's very far away.
We've come a long,
Since come along,
But it was a loser day.
It was a loser day,
It was a loser day,
Honey, Honey,
It was a loser day.

It's been a long hard struggle
On this long dusty trail
On and on we journey on
Across the low wet swale
Going on, dawn to dawn
We want not to falter,
Not falter, nor to fail.
We find our way
From day to day.
How or Why I cannot say.
But I know this:
My Tenderness
For you won't turn away.
Won't turn away,
Won't turn away,
Honey Honey,
From you, will never turn away.

Kiss.



Tune in at 7 for more dreams.

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