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In the end it turned out to be a film, and all of us only players. My first clue was when someone yelled "Cut!" and the bog-man popped back out of the slimy water, swearing, and saying that it didn't work for him. I stayed in the false house, tugging at my costume, while someone went down there. The sky tore like a sheet. Worse yet, it became clear (as things become clear in a dream, like a stranger's face) that the film was based on a book which none of us had read. All the company of that dream-- a cook, a nurse, a bog-man now with two good legs-- sat with our coffee in invisible director's chairs, feeling strangely guilty, wondering what had been changed.
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