Drifting through a sleepless night, I stopped in on an occasional haunting dream. Once, a rental car’s tires went flat, sending the car into a ditch and exposing collapsible rims and shredded tires. Later, or perhaps earlier, a woman flirted with me and then glared at me as if I were an unwelcome suitor. Sometime during the night, I was awake and wondering how to get to sleep without slipping into an unpleasant dream world.
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