It was one of those nightmares from which you wake with the sense of utter and indescribable relief that in "reality" what you imagined in your sleep to be unquestionably "real" was in fact "only a dream." I dreamt that Jake, our dog, was stolen. It ...

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"The Buddha Diaries" - 5 new articles

  1. WHAT A GOOD BOY AM I: THE STORY CONTINUES
  2. WAGBAI: EUSTON STATION
  3. WAGBAI: THE CHOICE
  4. NIGHTMARE
  5. WAGBAI: ABERPORTH
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WHAT A GOOD BOY AM I: THE STORY CONTINUES

    

WAGBAI: EUSTON STATION

    

WAGBAI: THE CHOICE

    

NIGHTMARE

It was one of those nightmares from which you wake with the sense of utter and indescribable relief that in "reality" what you imagined in your sleep to be unquestionably "real" was in fact "only a dream." I dreamt that Jake, our dog, was stolen.

It started with a walk at the beach, on the rocks, among the tidepools, with a confusing crowd of other walkers--men, women and children, none of whom we knew, in a "group" to which we have never belonged. Jake was having a great time, prancing...

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WAGBAI: ABERPORTH

    

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