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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

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          • March 30, 2012 2:13 am
            Don’t take any advice when it comes to making art, least of all your own. I learned how to lucid dream back in the day. It takes a little training. But after a while you learn to notice that you’re dreaming and then you can do anything. In one of my dreams I realized I was dreaming so I started flying down the hallway of my old high school. I saw some books laying on the floor so I stopped to check em out. I think it was as I was flipping through the third book that I came to the realization.Holy shit, I’m a total idiot.

            Don’t take any advice when it comes to making art, least of all your own.

            I learned how to lucid dream back in the day.

            It takes a little training. But after a while you learn to notice that you’re dreaming and then you can do anything. In one of my dreams I realized I was dreaming so I started flying down the hallway of my old high school. I saw some books laying on the floor so I stopped to check em out. I think it was as I was flipping through the third book that I came to the realization.

            Holy shit, I’m a total idiot.

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            2. thedailydoodles said: Hahaha… I used to lucid dream ALL the time, like almost every night… but I’ve lost it somewhere along the way. And I’d have the same realization, where I was walking down a hallway and knowing I’m in a dream… “DUDE. What are you DOING.”
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            4. said: heh! … it’s cool to fly … I’ve forgotten how
            5. said: this makes me want to hug you…and I don’t even know you…but I know this feeling you describe.
            6. said: I want to lucid dream so bad.
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