Sleep. When it happens, 'tis a lovely thing. This past evening, however, was not one of those times. I spent most of the evening tossing from side to side; my brain seemed to be at war with itself, with strange dream-like images and ideas that fought with my waking self for supremacy.
This dream (or whatever you want to call it) was my brain,
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