fatigue is a big factor in sitting behind a desk all day. probably I should have left the building for lunch, just to get out anywhere, but it is cold and I’m feeling lazy. I’m imagining another good night of rest, like what I had last night – and what it will be like to write as clearly as possible when the time comes. usually I get up and write what I dreamt, which reminds me…
had some strange dreams last night. a group of us, men and women, were traveling uphill through a forest, on a dirt road. there were giant snakes all over the trees, but more monstrous than I can describe here. I happened to be the only one that really noticed or paid attention to them; they phased no one else. so I knew something was up, that we were in a terrible place – soon we would be singled out and killed off. the house that we finally reached near the top of the mountain made all the women insane. they started screaming at us. a full scale attack was launched, and a friend and I were attacked and killed by a monster that broke through the wall of this house. somehow we were still conscious to discuss what went wrong, just how we could have avoided our deaths and this trip altogether.
time to get back to work.
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