� I had a feverish dream � 2004-12-23 � 9:48 p.m. �
I'm having nothing but feverish dreams... I toss, I turn, I wake up every 20 minutes... unrested... uncured. I ache. My throat aches, my face aches. I taste iron and flesh from nine super-ulcers growing on the soft skin inside my mouth. I crave salt, but I fear it.
My demise... my death will be starvation from too many fucking cankers all at once.
I dreamed last night I was hit, or stabbed in the face. I felt the severe sting of flesh breaking inside out, but I didn't wake. I tossed and turned and ignored the burning of air on wound. I was convinced, rightfully, that it was a dream. I was alone on the couch with no one to hurt me. But when I woke up 20 minutes later I had blood all over my chin and inside my mouth. My face was torn... like a punch hole, or a needle had gone through, and for the wound outside matched a wound the same roundness inside.
It's a mystery to me. And only to me would such a ridiculous thing happen.
I dunno... but I am due to pass out briefly and roll in feverish sweats for another night.
Should we not speak beforehand... Merry Christmas, and to to those I love, I love you lots.
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