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Sleep Perchance To Dream

.My life, I live in increments. Periods of lucid awakeness, spanning shorter times. Less incentive to stay conscious. Poor facsimile of life. Downward escalator to death. I spend so much time in the different levels of sleep, I can almost recognize them when I'm in them.

Why I dream of my exhusband so often, I do not know. Last night, I dreamt that I was to live with him in the .posh condominium of his deceased wife, (his current wife). He wasn't happy with the requirement and proceeded to treat me as horribly as possible. Not answering courteous questions I asked him, like "What would you like me to do? " He was moving ornate Oriental furnishings into the well-crafted one story home and I was trying to put everything away in a way that pleased him. Unfortunately, nothing pleased him. He held me in absolute disdain and scorn.

Neighbors came by to welcome him back, giving me sidelong knowing glances. I kept searching the myriad cabinets and drawers for something to offer these impromptu guests to no avail. I was desperate to make a good impression to hopefully sway this negative popular opinion. I was desperate for a friend, even just one.
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Location: 2720 East Madison Street, Seattle, WA 98112, USA

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