one time i had a dream that i had to keep typing and typing.
it was after midnight and i was still typing. the fan was spinning and the frogs were peeping. the moon was shining on the rocks. my eyes were weary and the pages were flapping around. it didn't matter what i wrote, as long as i continued typing. i wanted to turn out the light and go to bed, but something held me captive and i couldn't escape, even though i had to get up early.
the little letters started to dance on the page. they were like miniature sylphs leaping on the paper. they turned with the curves of the font. when i awoke the next morning and read what i had wrote, it was all gibberish in asterisks and quotation marks.
finally, around two in the morning, it was finished. everything was silent. i brushed my teeth and went to bed.
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