This is the final level of sleep deprivation being reached. And all I can listen to are the Dust Brothers, which is a worrying observation, of course. There are all these faces of strangers flashing in front of me. Who are they? Why are they bothering me? Where is the smoke coming from? I walk towards the source of the smoke, searching for the fire. I am lost in a circle of deer running around me. As I had as a child, I try to count them, pretending they are sheep. I lose count and fall into the abyss that is a dream. Is it a dream? Where is my mind?
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