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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

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Zali said: there is the moment when the dream would reveal a secret but procrastinates because the dream does not yet know what the secret is.

There is also the dream that unfolds over fitful hours in the most predictable way, subjecting the dreamer to its most dreaded end.

So it is: in the first dream of you you tell both secret and dread. It takes all night and all morning. I am exhausted.


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