Dream1. There is a cliff and soon below wet, rounded rocks. along the top of the ledges are books, below water somehow swirling/ immediate yet indescribable notion that to fall into the water is too die. The object: to get the books without falling from the cliff in to the water.

Slowly creeping along, gathering books. Irrational to keep going, and yet I do, I start to sleep, grab a round rock in panic.

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