This post is particularly uninteresting for most refined tastes. Muse needed, apply under The Contact.

It’s odd how most bloggers expect to be read and expect, generally without a pinch of doubt, to receive comments on their posts. I for one seldom leave comments in other people’s blogs because I either cannot add to comments already there (therefore my comments will be redundant) or do not appreciate the topic in question, or, which happens quite often, I am enveloped in reflection over what I have just read.

But isn’t all that selfish, utterly and purely selfish?

The answer to that question does not interest me all that much actually, it will not force a change in my habits or in anyone else’s. At times asking the right question is more valuable than receiving the right answer.

I had a hard time sleeping last night, why I am telling you this I do not know. It’s an interesting event to share, I reckon, since I never have trouble sleeping. And the irony of it all kicks in. This marked the second time I have had a bad dream about a fictional, but not too fictional, character that my brains have invented. I dreamt horrible, horrible things involving pictures of Tsuki-san, my blog, and my inbox. I was petrified to the extent that I could not bring myself to wake up, to interrupt that penetrating fear. I tried my best to scream during the events of the dream but all I got was a repressed moan that eventually drove me out of scaryland.

It was all the stranger because I almost never dream and know it. Specialists insist all people dream all the time but not everyone can recall their dreams or the act of dreaming. I happen to be one of the latter type and to imagine that I, single-handedly, have created a haunting character that has stayed true to its malicious ways for two dreams is alarming.

Following that absorbing experience I placed my hand on my heart and the beats were racing so fast I could promise my heart was going to pierce through the skin and come out of place. Imagination is a beautiful thing.

To my amusement, the Egyptian lad who works in this building also had trouble sleeping last night. I found him this morning resting his head at the reception desk with eyes as red as The Box. Vibes, vibes, vibes.

Of course, the events of late last night made my stomach uneasy. I have food laid before me as I type these words, therefore, now we feast.

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