June 9, 2008
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I had dreams last night of killers and over-large cars. I dreamt of hiding and booby-traps and escapes. I dreamt of the end of the world, with all the children, myself included, trapped in a room over-looking the shoreline. I dreamt of ripping apart the illusion of reality that had been pasted over the window. We rushed outside - I lead the charge - only to find that a giant wave was ripping sideways across the ocean. The animals, fishes, even whales were uncovered then swallowed up again by the sea, with an astonishing, frightening clarity.
Then I found myself back in my bed. Sheets soft and warm around me, pillow tucked under my head and over my shoulder, sleep and I were intertwined like pieces of straw weaving a basket.
Today is my last day before I start working. Should I spend it like all the rest?
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