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Dreamt
Fragments from the dream life of a young man.
7.10.2008
At the sanatorium of dreams, no one has insurance. I'm told that the line marked "Nightmares Only" will be shorter. When my turn comes, I shout up to an unseen woman on the mezzanine. She tells me to keep on dreaming and come back next week.
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