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Last night's dream: making love to a blind androgyne in a house made of half-silvered glass. I wake up and the image is compressed and surreal, a lost frame from Le Sang d'un Poete. My dreams are never remarkable when I'm in them.

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I got steel tunnels under a series of islands and some sort of power that came and went and an enemy that existed only as a grey flicker on the edges of my vision. It was interesting, there was some sort of strange politics between me, with the power, someone else with the experience and authority and the grey, flickery adversary, but nothing like half silvered glass, no blind androgynes.

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I got steel tunnels under a series of islands and some sort of power that came and went and an enemy that existed only as a grey flicker on the edges of my vision.

That's kind of Ballardian. I approve.

but nothing like half silvered glass, no blind androgynes.

See above. If your brain gets to it before mine does, it's fair game.