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(Male:1.9), I was long inside a dream, I could not get loose. I will tell you of it although there is little use to tell a dream when dreaming is all you ever do. Things were not so good, I can’t make light of it. My poor soul, it was having a dark night of it. It was a long night, a week, maybe a year. Maybe a long dark night is coming down. Through the door of my dream burst - no zombie, no ogre, no devil there, but - a flying man with long trailing hair who perched the iron rail of my bed. O Lord, combing his long white hair, saying my name. How could he know when I did not even know my name? Maybe a long dark night is coming down. Maybe a long dark night, my precious one. Maybe a long dark night is rolling around my eyes, o Lord.,style of magic realism style,sharp focus, perfect hands, perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect light, dynamic light, natural light