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8.7.02 

i keep waking up.

it's not the gasping, violent wrenching out of sleep that usually accompanies my dreams when they take a morbid bent, but just an soft awakening that leaves me with a perfectly clear memory of the dream, an aching thirst, and quietly twitching muscles that won't let me go back to sleep.

i suppose watching a movie described as "a cacophony of numbing violence" right before bed didn't much help either.

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