Dr. Beads

Saturday, January 08, 2005

How Long Must I Dream?!? Part I

I was walking around (and round and round), getting oddly lost, on my old college campus. The major buildings now boasted upscale restaurants with entertainment, and exits were hard to find (maybe I was in the Psych building and had stumbled into a large maze). When I finally made my way out into the area that includes the post office and bookstore, I found that the formerly open, inviting space had been filled with tall, dark, menacing structures, covered with neon advertisements, that nearly met overhead. It was like "Blade Runner," but without the murderous androids.

I need an agent, or something to suppress REM sleep. Or both.


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