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October 28, 2006

100 Dreams

The twenty-sixth dream: I'm sleeping, or not. It's not like I'm trying to sleep, but I am in that between state. I hear hammers, or knocking outside the building and my mind is stirring, getting up, leaving my body to sit on the bed and listen. Walking to the window, I slide the curtain open. There's nothing there but the pine waving stiffly like a man in a bandage. I still hear the knocking, or tapping, and I'm turning, seeing myself lying in bed, restless, with the radio on. The tapping, I think, is coming from the radio.