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I had a dream, Charles. I dreamt that I was lying on the ground, in the grass, lying there nearly asleep. No, no, I know you don't believe in dreams telling you the future or nonsense like that. Charles this wasn't like that, this was a dream of the interpretation of my life, how I'm feeling.
Hush, please, don't go, listen. Listen Charles! This is is a dream that incorperated how I was feeling. It's interesting.
Here, sit, be comfortable. Rest a moment.
This was the dream. I lay on a table. My hands at my sides and there was this little curtain that blocked my view of my body, just under my chin. The doctors were cutting me open. The cut went down between my breasts and down to my navel, but then it began to cave in. I was full of ashes. My bones, my organs, everything was ashes under my skin. They just stared and I was looking at the ceiling and wondering, ashes? How could I live with ashes under my skin?
That was it.
What do you expect Charles? It was a dream. I don't remember anything, but it was like the fighting dream and the teeth dream, it was creepy and chilling.
Do you think it has anything to do with the river?
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