Here, you say, shall I go now? Might n't I be afraid of you too? Shall we say then, however, that you could? Be what may, come again, yes it shall, make it slow.
Is she there yet? No. Wait a minute. Go. Quick. Yes. Hello. Help. Goodbye. Hello. Shall we go and see? Take a look/see? Seen the scene a million miles away, I've seen it all have I. Then one day, come what may, June, August and July.
Last night I was somewhere in a dream. All I can remember was at one point being in a garden with lots of rabbits about. Then later I was with a doctor in a room, actually it might have been some sort of interview, maybe even a job interview.
So there I was in the room with the doctor, and some other officious gentlemen seated at a large, low, wide, desk. They were not entirely happy with my attitude towards their proposals, whatever they may have been I can't remember. So the sollution as they saw it, was to inject me with some stuff of what I cannot tell.
Hence the presence of the doctor. He had a large syringe, and pulled up into it out of a brown bottle whose contents as already stated were unknown to me, a brightly pink coloured liquid. Straight into my lip went the needle, it was uncomfortable, he pushed it in a long way, further than is physically possible, atleast two inches into my lip so the needle if outside a dream would have gone right through and out under my chin, but being a dream nothing of the sort happened.
All the bright pink liquid, probably a shot-glass in volume, went into my lip and I awoke. And for the second day running I got up somewhere between 4:30am and 5am.