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mokie_edomI have been very ill this summer, and a pretty bad infection has set up shop inside my sinuses. Over the weekend, some of it began breaking up and coming up in great globs of discolored phlegm. (Yeah, tasty, I know.) On Monday, my nephew visited and we watched the American remake of "The Ring," or rather, he did while I feverishly dozed in a chair. Later I gave up all attempts to stay vertical and went to bed for a fitful night of sleep.
While I slept, I dreamt that something was trying to make me dream/view the images from the movie-within-a-movie video cassette, but I was just too tired to be bothered with having a nightmare. I woke many times, sometimes to see the movie's ghost, or possibly our own house-god, in the room. The two girls were physically similar, and at times the figure felt fretful rather than threatening. I dreamt of her beside the bed, under it, waiting to turn on the TV, standing and watching me...
And yet it wasn't precisely a nightmare, because, again, I was just too tired. That was the thought in my head every time: "Ugh, no, too tired."
While I slept, I dreamt that something was trying to make me dream/view the images from the movie-within-a-movie video cassette, but I was just too tired to be bothered with having a nightmare. I woke many times, sometimes to see the movie's ghost, or possibly our own house-god, in the room. The two girls were physically similar, and at times the figure felt fretful rather than threatening. I dreamt of her beside the bed, under it, waiting to turn on the TV, standing and watching me...
And yet it wasn't precisely a nightmare, because, again, I was just too tired. That was the thought in my head every time: "Ugh, no, too tired."
