“When I worked I very rarely dreamed. Or at least I didn’t remember them. Now I dream every night and in ultra HD.

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Rarely are they happy adventures in dreamland. Most are straight from Stephen King’s mind. Usually, they have me or my family in some emotional or physical jeopardy. I have been lost in the crowd. I haven’t been able to find my class at university. I have kissed my dad only to find it wasn’t him. I have been shot at repeatedly. I can’t see my children. Or my wife. I have to run for my life from bad guys. I have watched my mum die again. I have gone to the office but everyone stood too close (no guesses from where that came). I have died in my sleep.

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My imagination is over-rested and permanently restless. I can feel it racing away. I hope by bringing all of my subconscious into the bright light of day, it calms again. And sweet, comforting sleep returns.”