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Dream #7345

 Brecken was with me... In the dream... the dreamer of the dream and I.   I was in a deep rest and in light this dream happened.  Brecken wanted to have a fermented Beverage-- and we turned it in to KOMBUCHA.  She appeared at Our Home in Genesee and she has her License.  We are Spirit Sisters and we went to see Brad Pitt. In the dream there must have been sex. I do not recall Brad Pitt in this true sense but I went to Holy Grounds at the Cathedral, there. Faked Death and my Soul Follows God... this is all I know.

I'm Up with God's Chariot

Then it flashed to Indiana, Nore Dame where they thought I commited suicide--- God knows my heart--- just tired from Soul-Spliice.... I'm fine Right Now.  I know I've seen Brad Pitt a bunch he can have one of me idk.... My Soul is Up North. It was a GREAT DREAM.

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