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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.

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.