In high
school I began having dreams which were disturbingly ordinary. In a typical one
I would wake up and take the subway to the school I was attending and sit where
I always sat in my classes. There might be a test, but I never felt undue
stress about taking it; a friend might give me news, but it was never startling
– he had had a cold for a few days but was better now; his oldest sister was
engaged; he was tired because he’d stayed up to watch a movie on tv. In
response, I started absenting myself from my life for days and weeks at a time,
not knowing I’d been gone until I was suddenly back, perhaps having to finish a
sentence without being sure of the beginning. My life seemed quite able in
those days to live itself without me.
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