... and I shot her. Lydia was not there.
Rowan was there. She was sitting next to me.
Molly was a monster in the car and I shot her. I'm 'fraid her. She was 'rowling.
-Desmond
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“Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason.” Octavio Paz, Mexican poet, writer & diplomat (1914-1998).
The Family Baugh
Our family has been long plagued by nightmares & altered sleep patterns. We walk in our sleep, talk in our sleep, eat, drink, scream and punch in our sleep. Those are the nights we are lucky enough to sleep. Oftentimes we toss and turn throughout the night, obsessing on important or unimportant details of our lives. This has come to be a predictable, and sometimes humorous, part of our "normal" lives.
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