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Nightmare Once again the troubled dream drags me through winding alleys of brick-walled tenements to a fearful terminal where shapeless evil awaits. Rescued from the fateful mystery, I wake, the scream still gasping in my throat, angry at my cowardice, furious at Freud, whose construction adds unwanted meaning since I believe it's caused by belly-ache. He says the dream hides allegories, perverted residues of errors committed, obligations failed, ignoble thoughts, ignominies suffered, warnings of worse to come. Seen so close, the monster's shifting features are kaleidoscopic masks, appear as caricatures of long forgotten friends or those seen just yesterday. Doctor says the dream helps purge sins concealed to leave the countenance unmarked, pretending innocence.
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