I hate having bad dreams. Usually, I can tell them to go away but still they sneak up on me. I know subconsciously we learn to master our fears through dreaming. I know too, just as planes crash and cities get buried under mud, sometimes nightmares are real. They scare me.

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I was like a social worker for lepers. My clients had a chunk of their body they wanted to give away; for a price I was there to receive it. Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.
Quotation from Tama Janowitz, Slaves of New York