Bad dreams

‘Then I started having bad dreams in which I was treated unfairly. Dreams in which people saw through me and stole from me and I couldn’t take charge. Old friends returned as enemies. Women gave themselves to rivals. Parties turned into trials. They were nothing new, these dreams, just more frequent and more insistent. I’d wake up scowling and have to spend time trying to think things out, time I should have spent working. It was as if the old troubles the pills had pushed under the surface (I’d felt them stirring under the surface all along) were returning by way of my dreams, in the classic way.’


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