Saturday, September 1, 2018

The Hag

The hag pins me down, paralyzed in every limb until I can move a hand or jiggle a foot. Sometimes my arm will break free of her hold first and swing out, breaking the spell, sending her back to her hag-hole. Sometimes I’ll fall back to sleep, only to find she hasn’t really left. Sometimes she stays away for months.

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Book #10 - To Kill a Mockingbird

I didn’t have to read it in high school, though I’m not sure why. People older than I remember having it as assigned reading, as do people who are younger. I guess I just fell in a narrow band of students not introduced to Atticus and Scout. I picked it up many years later when a friend told me how much the story meant to her, and how she was on her fifth dog-eared copy. She lends them out, and then buys herself another copy, unable to bear its absence. She loaned it to me. I couldn’t put it down.

She is on her sixth copy.

9 comments:

  1. Oooh, I hate the nightmares that pick up where you left off!

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    1. oooo! You've just given me an idea for a post!

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  2. Do you think you have sleep paralysis? I've had what I think is it occasionally -- my dreams are similar but something is pulling me off the bed. (Did I write about that somewhere this year?)

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    1. Yes. I definitely have episodes of sleep paralysis. At least now I know what's happening, even while it's happening.

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    2. Yes! I just let myself be pulled off the bed after thinking, "Shit. Not again!"

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  3. Oooh, yuck, I don't like that nightmare.

    Also the book - I have a vague feeling I've read it, but I honestly don't remember. Of course, it's never been a part of the curriculum here.

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    1. It is worth reading if you get the chance, Mali.

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  4. Fascinating, the hag dream. Of course I began to psychoanalyze myself reading it. If it were my dream...

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  5. Dona asked what I was going to ask.

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