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Meredith Starr Diary Entry Tuesday, 2 August 1910
Dream World.
Dream-face are fairer Than faces I see In life; they are rarer, More lovely to me.
For dream-eyes are surer, More steady and true, More tender, and purer Thou eyes that I knew.
And dream-lips are sweeter Than lips I have kissed; Dream-kisses are sweeter For lips that resist.
Dream-voices ring truer Than those I have known; Their questions are fewer, More gentle their tone.
Oh fair is the Bower I made long ago Of dreams, in an Hour You never shall know!
Oh fair is the Garden Where dream-flowers grow, Where frosts never harden. And storms never blow!
(Southsea)
Breathing and Concentration.
Type. In, and out (twice time as in) without suspension.
Time. 9.45 — 10.15.
Results. At first—shortly after commencement—I felt as if I was spinning round rapidly on my own axis. . . . This was succeeded by a great calm, which brought with it a curious sense of increase; as tho' I had received some great addition. My feet did not feel as if they were resting on the floor, but on something small and round, with nothing beneath or around it. I seemed to be the centre of a vast expanse of space.
Spine very rigid.
Slept. 9 1/2 hours— 10.30 — 8. Had a very vivid dream. . . . I was dying—life was slowly ebbing away—when a woman whom I seemed to know very well tho' I had never seen her in this life—embraced me. . . . from that moment life began to flow back to me—and I was soon quite well again.
Various other things occurred which I do not remember.
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