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The Moon Is
Drowning While I
Sleep
Charles de Lint
If you keep your mind sufficiently open,
people will throw a lot of rubbish into it.
тАФWILLIAM A. ORTON
1
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS WHAT THERE
WAS, AND if nothing had happened there would be
nothing to tell.
2
IT WAS MY FATHER WHO TOLD ME THAT
DREAMS WANT to be real. When you start to wake up,
he said, they hang on and try to slip out into the waking
world when you don't notice. Very strong dreams, he
added, can almost do it; they can last for almost half a day,
but not much longer.
I asked him if any ever made it. If any of the people our
subconscious minds toss up and make real while we're
sleeping had ever actually stolen out into this world from
the dream world.
He knew of at least one that had, he said.
He had that kind of lost look in his eyes that made me
think of my mother. He always looked like that when he
talked about her, which wasn't often.
Who was it? I asked, hoping he'd dole out another little
tidbit about my mother. Is it someone I know?
But he only shook his head. Not really, he told me. It
happened a long time agoтАФbefore you were born. But I
often wondered, he added almost to himself, what did she
dream of?
That was a long time ago and I don't know if he ever
found out. If he did, he never told me. But lately I've been
wondering about it. I think maybe they don't dream. I think
that if they do, they get pulled back into the dream world.
And if we're not careful, I think they can pull us back
with them.
3
"I'VE BEEN HAVING THE STRANGEST
DREAMS," SOPHIE Etoile said, more as an observation
than a conversational opener.
She and Jilly Coppercom had been enjoying a
companionable silence while they sat on the stone river wall
in the old part of Lower Crowsea's Market. The wall is by
a small public courtyard, surrounded on three sides by old
three-story brick and stone town houses, peaked with
mansard roofs, dormer windows thrusting from the walls
like hooded eyes with heavy brows. The buildings date
back over a hundred years, leaning against each other like