"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."
. . . . .
Up and headed to the darkroom ...
[disappeared it]
... This is a dream journal. And the dream has turned surly, I'm making note of it.
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# of hours: 13
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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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