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I've had some pretty lucid dreams. The ones I remember best are the ones when I (rarely) sleep in late. I remember one in particular where I looked out from the coast and saw the sun setting behind some mountains on a very distant land across a sea. The sky behind the mountains was a beautiful reddish color as the sun set (or rose). Off to the right, I saw some distant birds which, as I looked more carefully, were crows and as they began flying and circling towards me, I saw the sea was now solid ice and snow. I backed my car (where did that come from?) up along side the curb of the school parking lot (huh??) but kissed the curb with the tires and I began waking up. At about this point, I heard an incredibly clear voice say "He's wearing a naval (or navel) pin." - the only time I've ever heard voices. I'm sure Jung or Freud would have had fun with me. But my completely uneducated guess is that dreams are pretty meaningless wanderings of the mind and have about as much "meaning" as my next flatulence.
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