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January 2001.  The rain continues.  This is the wettest season yet.  Had a lovely dream this morning.  A man was picking me up for our first date.  He gave me a stem full of orange-colored lilies.  My brother was sitting with us.  As he talked, he switched from one language to another, and changed from a Caucasian to an Asian.  Somehow, he made a connection with my brother, and for that, I instantly felt such love for my date.  I reached out and caressed his black hair.  In contrast with the "tempting" man I once had dreamed, this gentle man was ordinary-looking.  And when I woke up, my first thought was... he was God!  I always wondered what God would be like in human form, and as the object of my desire.  Now I know. December 2001.  A dream right before waking up.  I flew along a small jet, sunrise, with backdrop of a city.  I didn't see my body, just a thought, and there was someone else.  Another thought-form entity.  She asked me, (felt like a "she"), what I have learned about love, men.  I answered there's always something new about love and men's nature, and added, men need more than love.  Love alone cannot satisfy men.  Or my love alone cannot satisfy any man.  Is that the message of my dream?                                                      thai ta
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