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I had a dream of 2 large strong bulls that were connected by their tale. It wasn't tied, they simply shared the same tail. They were walking between A mountain that had a hole in the middle of it, something that I've never seen before. However, i was told that it was called moon hill in my dream. After the 2 bulls walked through moon hill, they appeared to be clean. Not to say that they looked dirty prior to walking through the mountain, but their coat of skin was just so shiny. They were so large and strong and i could see the sun glistening off their Dark coat of skin. They looked so peaceful, and almost as though they didn't even know they were sharing 1 tail.

I am walking in the area of Union and Bijou. There are many bears wandering around but I am not concerned. The bears are just meandering about not hurting anything. Suddenly a panel truck/van comes backing into the intersection and one bear stands up to challenge it. The van is traveling pretty fast and the bear is hit and pushed into the storm drain at the corner of the intersection. It is obviously dead. The van driver gets out and I say to him, Did you see him challenge you?”

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

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