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As dreams go, it is so simple, so utterly uneventful, that its resonance baffles me over the ensuing day. Which is a diminished day, it turns out, for the dream that awakens me at 2:30 in the morning proves final. It is the last dream of the night. The end of night, or more precisely, of sleep. I am terrified into consciousness. And no, that is not accurate either. I am terrified into sleeplessness. And why?Only a few years ago I rode an adult tricycle around Read more [...]