Residual
2004 10 22
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When I take those short little daytime naps, I almost invariably dream of one of two things: being in love, and death. Today it was being in love. I hate those more; I always have such an empty, sad feeling when I wake up from them, as if anything that could happen in the waking world could never possibly be as good, or even ever happen. The moods hang on me for hours, sometimes days. It's amazing, really, how something that never really happened can affect you so profoundly or deeply sometimes, hang on longer than feelings from waking life.