Thu, 19 May 2005

mechanical reproduction
Nawadir left, and probably isn’t coming back. They never do.

A couple weeks ago, he told me I talk in my sleep, and I called him a liar, but the past couple nights I’ve been using one of those voice-activated tape recorders, and it turns out I do talk in my sleep, only it appears that I am not myself in my dreams. My voice is still my own, only I speak in an odd cadence to someone named William, who lives in Vancouver as a baker. I don’t know any William, or anybody in Vancouver. After a week of this, I got a second tape recorder and recorded myself asking this sleep-me questions, and set it on a timer for three am, and placed it next to my bed, on the other side of the voice-activated tape recorder, but when I heard my own voice from inside the sleep I was absolutely terrified, and literally jumped out of bed, kicking the tape player off. Will update as necessary.
(12:13.05.19.2005) [/ana] #