Weird dreams have slithered into my head. It's been going on for weeks. They play like full-length movies. Sometimes the dreams make sense, and sometimes they are more obtuse than a Luis Buñel film.
I always wake up 4:13 or 4:43. I know this because we have a clock that projects the time onto the ceiling in big, red digits that I can see without my glasses. It's a little creepy, frankly, to always wake up at the same time and for no particular reason other than having had a bizarre, usually disturbing, dream.
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