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I got to bed late, in part because Miss Bea was sitting on my lap, snoozing with her head down and occasionally letting out small contented sighs. I am feeling it today.
My early-morning dream involved me re-reading book 15 or so of an Oz-like series: a darkish fantasy that was not really meant for kids but taken as such. One of the side characters was a wacky uncle who would spout off random amusing phrases unconnected to the current situation for comic relief. In dream logic, I was experiencing the book in first-person as I was re-reading it. I knew that the uncle died tragically a few books later... but I suddenly realized that all his gibberish actually was connected to that later-book death. And that made it utterly tragic.
I was going to have to re-read the series from book 1, but I was pretty sure that all of the random amusing phrases were ominous foreshadowing. The whole series flipped on its book spine. Well done, imaginary author.
My early-morning dream involved me re-reading book 15 or so of an Oz-like series: a darkish fantasy that was not really meant for kids but taken as such. One of the side characters was a wacky uncle who would spout off random amusing phrases unconnected to the current situation for comic relief. In dream logic, I was experiencing the book in first-person as I was re-reading it. I knew that the uncle died tragically a few books later... but I suddenly realized that all his gibberish actually was connected to that later-book death. And that made it utterly tragic.
I was going to have to re-read the series from book 1, but I was pretty sure that all of the random amusing phrases were ominous foreshadowing. The whole series flipped on its book spine. Well done, imaginary author.
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