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---
title: Dream
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 4
next:
- title: Axe
link: axe
- title: Early
link: early
previous:
- title: Underwear
link: underwear
- title: Cereal
link: cereal
...
It had gotten cold. He went to lay down in bed with a pad and paper. He
began to write. Although he hadn't tried it much in bed before, he liked it
mostly. His arm got tired journeying across the page like a series of
switchbacks down the wall of the Grand Canyon. He wrote this down in the
margin, for later:
```hand
Arm journeying across \
the pg. like a \
series of switch-
backs down the wall \
of the Grand Canyon \
```
His arm began to pain him. He adjusted his position in the bed. It didn't
help much with the pain. It still hurt as he wrote. He began to be
distracted by his mother's music playing in the next room.
"Could you turn that down please" he hollered across the wall to his mother.
She made no reply (music too loud). He gave his arm a break to look at what
he'd written. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. It looked like Arabic.
He woke up gasping in a sweat.
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