EXTRACT: I had the strangest dreams last night. Uneasy, you know?
I was lying on my back and I couldn’t move, couldn’t turn over, no matter how much I waved my arms and legs around. I was pinned to the mattress. And playing out above my head were images, snapshots of my life. All manner of them jumbled up like a carousel of dancing horses. And in all this tumble of activities and events, holidays and schooldays, not one person was smiling. Not my friends, not my family, not me. A dead, blank stare on all our faces.
Isn’t that strange?