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			<title>Catching Rain</title>
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			<title>Tuesday 12th Feburary</title>
			<description>I was important, I think; people knew who I was. At the beginning of the dream it was sort of like Zoo Tycoon when you delete a section of fence from exhibits - all the animals were killing each other.&amp;nbsp;Then suddenly (as in all dreams) the scene changed. The animals were STILL animals, but they ..</description>
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			<title>The Dream Diary of Evie</title>
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