Will I wake up soon? I don't know. I've never had a dream it seems that lasted so long, and still went on, when I knew I was asleep. So many dreams within dreams. Why do I dream of Merwin, of Simon, of the Kung Fu Master, and the Crow, and a girl named Sue, and the appraisers and the evil old men, Mr. North, Mr. South, Mr. East, Mr. West... Why do I dream an unpleasant dream that this is the afterlife, that some time some long terrible time ago, I died in a tragic camping accident but clung to life, you know, built a mental life and this is where it ends, in realization.
But nothing happens, I believe...
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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