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Article: Adventures in my bed: this story is just like the dreams that inspired it: lucid, erotic, and not terribly long. One man's quest to control his dreams.
- Article from:
- Esquire
- Article date:
- February 1, 2003
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It's night. Tallahassee. I'm walking uphill toward the English-department building on the campus of Florida State University. Ahead, beyond a parking lot where a few cars gleam out of the shadows and across a street lined with tall oaks, rises the redbrick building where I'm due, where I'm late. Like a ghost I've returned to haunt the joint, attracted by the minor trauma of grad school and teaching freshman comp. oh, it's the old academic anxiety dream shaping up, all right. And what I expect will be what I get: labyrinthine halls, missing grade books, rioting students.
I'm not particularly anxious, though--which is strange--just a-travelin' along the top of a ...