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I am driving in my red pickup truck, and it is nighttime. I am not driving calmly. Something has chased me off the highway and I am on a back road I do not know.
I wake up in bed, my room frigid and my breath puffing out before my face. The windows and door frame are covered with ice, and icicles are beginning to form on the walls. There is a figure standing in … Continue reading
My dream last night was set in Kansas. The sun was out, it was the middle of summer, and it was hot, but frost hung to the edges of plants. Spider-web ice spindled its way up bushes and trees, slowly, … Continue reading
A friend and I were on vacation, traveling through some vaguely Northern European place. We go down to a subway station in a small town where the buildings are all close together and the streets narrow, roofs crowding together and … Continue reading
I dreamed of zombies, and escaped some of their clichés, but not their teeth. There was a hotel, a great tower of a hotel. From the lobby, you could look up 20 stories, all the way to the skylight at … Continue reading