I awoke one morning and ran my fingers over the top of my head and felt my ridge growing. It wasn't quite grown yet, but it was coming in. Just like certain other things grow about puberty time.
I think I was female in this dream. And pretty much bald, just a peach fuzz for hair.
My ridge grew down the center of the top of my head and came in nicely. Imagine, a fleshy, cartilaginous crest right where a Mohawk would be, although narrower and covered with skin.
As time went by, and as the ridge grew my ability to converse with people mentally got better and I engaged in such conversations when people were visiting. People with fully grown ridges.
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Recollections from the night. Dreams of life in space; mystical practices and visitations. Visit: Jaundiced Eye
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Mountain Village Cobblestone Streets
Imagine a village in the mountains somewhere. Cobblestone streets, so I'm thinking Europe. It's hilly, and the street is narrow. ...
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Imagine a village in the mountains somewhere. Cobblestone streets, so I'm thinking Europe. It's hilly, and the street is narrow. ...
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My wife and I had decided to move to San Francisco California, where it would be useful to know Japanese. In our waking world there is only ...
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Die as your friends keep you company. A death long in coming, fits and starts, avoided, contained and then blossoming forth: ominous and cr...