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One of “those” days
Do you ever have one of “those” days? I mean, the once in a year or so day where you’re ready to get the fuck out of bed because of that three hour long nightmare you’ve been having but you want to crawl right back in because you have this overwhelming sense of foreboding, like…
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Melancholia
It’s no use setting my weekend alarm for 11am: I won’t get up. Or at the very least, I’ll wake up briefly with a strong desire to throw the phone across the room and hide under the covers like some kinda night creature. So I don’t set it and inevitably I sleep in until a…
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Dreaming of Catatonia
I had this nightmare last night. You know the kind. It drags on for hours and hours (or as I tend to think of it, sleep cycle after sleep cycle), interrupted only by my work alarm which shouted, “Get the fuck up! You don’t want to be going through this anymore you dumbass!!!” and of…
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A Very Sappy Dream
Long dreams last night. I recall a subway line going through a shopping mall—as opposed to escelators—much more fun if you ask me. But I don’t recall much else. I don’t spend my showers replaying my dreams (most of the time) as I used to (most of the time). I do recall sitting in a…
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Columbia
Work dreams aren’t the norm except for when they are and when they are they’re not welcome. As with most things this is not always true, as my rare jaunts into the early nineties where I’m surrounded by the constant buzzing of McDonald’s fryers and I’m smiling because, despite only taking up a year of…
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Sex, Condoms, and Falling in Love
Scattered somewhere in the middle of my dreams last night I saw a young woman who was, as near as I could tell, a recent romantic interest. I don’t recall what she looked like, only that we were going to have sex, maybe for the second time, and I’d asked her to go find a…