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More on Those Dreams

I woke up appallingly early this morning, considering how late I’d gotten to sleep last night, and lay there thinking about those dreams I’ve been having the last several days.

It occurred to me that the worst of the dreams — worse than the search and rescue dreams, worse than the drowning dreams — are the too much information dreams, the dreams where I’m subjected to a non-stop barrage of information about death and destruction that I’ve somehow got to absorb and process and do something about.

Sounds like life, lately.


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