Three-page review

Damn, damn, damn, damn
To fall asleep without unnecessary thoughts
I turned on some story by Stephen King before going to bed
About experiments with dreams,
Which I never see.
just a random book for sleep.

Oh, he is an educated man
Mentions eidetic memory
This was the subject of interest of Husserl and Heidegger
I was interested in this once,
(in connection with the phenomenology of Castaneda,
which he himself designated as such, once
for a note for a local Spanish newspaper,
in an article about the habitats of all sorts of diableros).

But the writer Stephen King also mentions the works of Professor Jung
And along with this, the crazy writer Lovecraft.

Damn damn damn damn damn damn
"..I've seen this book before in Vietnam
a sergeant had it in paperback
and he burned with it..."
I swear, writer Stephen King sleeps with the light on.

I have a guardian angel, so I fell fast asleep
having heard only the very beginning of this book,
But that was enough.
"..as part of the experiment,
in your dream only, you should enter this house
and lift the floor where the crack is.."

and when I woke up, I instantly realized that in a few days
I'll have to do exactly that at night
to check the basement in an abandoned house in the wilderness,
which I once loved so much,
and I still can't sell it.

I'll need to light the stove, clean up
and check the basement - "lift the floor".
Because in the morning, buyers will come to look.
Why did I turn on this horrible book today?

I remembered about the adzuki now, don't doubt it.
I have to spend the night there for a few days.
Now I remembered Gogol and the book Viy.
I need to hold out among the footsteps around, rustling
and strange sounds only until dawn. Aha.
I know for sure, the nature of these remote places is much stronger than a person.
Will she forgive me for betraying me, I don't know.

The cat Monkey always accompanied me in this dream before.
Hell under the floor? Are you really fools?
He died, but I don't have his certainty.

We are talking about a simple purchase and sale transaction
But not at night and not in a dream.
"Lift the floor when you enter this house from the picture"
It turned out, inside the dream, to be her grandfather's house.
And her lips turned outward, revealing gums and fangs.
Leaving a trace of red lipstick under the dreamer's nose.

I have an eidetic memory, damn it.
This is a dream theme, but I never dream. Almost.
And under the floor of your dreams, probably hell,
according to the beginning of this book I heard.

But thank heavens, I never dream.
It begins with the words "dreams are dangerous and I should
Stop it at the very beginning."
My rapid falling asleep stopped the playback of this audio book,
just in time, I suppose. But the headphones remained in my ears.

Dreams are indicated in combination with some kind of psi-active substance,
Accordingly, the conclusion: you should not swallow anything.
Thank you, Monkey the cat,
it was our house after all and under our floor there is not hell,
only sand, of course.
Eidetic memory is just an abstract term.

But if I don't come back from there, it's reasonable to conclude
That danger is never where you think it is.
Thank you, Freddy Krueger.
The German philosophy of the century before last really has a double bottom -
A cellar with hell.
It's so good that we don't know it so deeply.

I'll light a fire perhaps near the house as a farewell
Under this dark blue sky with platinum floating dots.
The dipper of the Big Dipper? Yes, it's right above my roof.

But as the train fireman said: never talk to a dead man.
You can still talk to William Blake,
but especially don't talk to the mad Lovecraft.

The writer Stephen King - a medium of various horrors -

so the three-legged spiritualist table affirmatively knocked its little leg on the floor,
clearly in every letter.
Dream/reality? "..His smile sank into the cold weight of a bouquet of lilies of the valley.."

I've seen all these deformations of horror in my travels with substances. Let's call them hell.
These allies are ready to show you who you are with pleasure.
But who is the Spy here, after all?
Thank you, Monkey, the wise Siamese cat.
Of course, I'll have to check the cellar.

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