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She remembered a strange dream that had haunted her throughout childhood. The dream itself had blurred and no longer imprinted her memory but Daisy still remembered the feeling of confusion and helplessness that accompanied the turn of events. Daisy dreamt last night and woke with a similar feeling. Last night she had felt as though she was swimming in a narrow passageway that led to a dark and noisy place. When she finally arrived, Daisy found herself at an airport, completely naked and searching for her luggage. She was unable to walk and crawling on all fours she begged the ticket agent for help, her mouth moved but no words came out. One tear slipped from her eye and suddenly every person seemed to be a mirror, and Daisy realized that she had no eyebrows. Suddenly she was in a room with walls the color of the summer sky, and lime green linoleum floors. She was fully clothed in a black vinyl cat suit and there was nothing else in the room except for a black felt tipped pen and a golden razor blade. What did it all mean?

Daisy avoided eye contact with the bartender, even though she could tell he was watching her. Alcohol no longer tempted her, the token joy of drunkenness wasn�t worth the nausea and headache that followed. Daisy sipped her seltzer and tried to absorb the bar�s atmosphere. It was full of people who did not dance and did not mingle. They came in alone and didn�t aspire to meet anyone, only to drink and spend hours wishing for a better life. This bar was not like those you see on movies, and it was not at all like those bars your friends tell you about with smiles. It was a sad and somewhat hostile environment, this bar was a place that you went to when you wanted to be left alone, a place you both loved and loathed, a place you never admitted to, but always returned to.

Sleep was once again, the only thing that Daisy looked forward to. It was no longer a chore or a waste, it was her only escape. Lying in bed, Daisy felt safe and unable to be harmed. Her life seemed to be plagued with hopeless aspirations, and the accomplishments of others seemed to expose her as useless. She�d had drugs�but to sink into the oblivion of dreams is more gratifying than any drug. No one could lie to Daisy as she slept and in dreams she had no need to explain herself.