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I Dropped the Ball

In the dream my young son and I are playing ball. I miss the catch and the ball falls into a deep ravine. I say,"Oh well, whatever." But I should care; I've lost the ball. I've lost track of my path. "I don't care" is my conditioned defence, so I don't feel the pain and grief for what is lost by negating my needs, desires, and beliefs.

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