"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."
last days of summer: week thirteen
Also: was laid out flat for a week with a bad cold while in Del Rio, my first bad cold in years, at a time when the head says "you're living the healthiest life you've lived in years, the sanest, the happiest," and that was 23 days ago. Woke up at 3 a.m. with a sore throat after driving all day to get there. And now again, sore throat in the middle of the night, fatigue, graphic dreams, burning sneezing nose. I don't get it, but if this too is arriving, then okay: okay. The body thinks it has time to rest.***
"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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