Thoughts.  Images:

Slaap:  Ghost train passes through electrical field.  Passengers disembark into desert, watch oncoming train slam into station.  Tinder alights.  Blaze illuminates the sky.  Remembrance for all dead passengers.  Hymns are sung over the crackling fire

Zucht: Calm, blue.  Mist rolls down from mountains.  Things fade.  All is cloud.  Disorientation, fear.   Sense of hearing heightened.  Pulsing, may be internal.  Mist lifts, sigh of relief, walk to shore.  Floating, bobbing.  Undercurrent tugs.  Shore retreats.  Lethargic.  Drift off.  Calm, blue.

Still: Aboriginal winds carrying insect swarms.  Humming.  Buzzing.  Scraping wings, competing for airspace.  Fighting. Biting.  Massing in numbers.  Swooping.  Battering into metal buildings in their thousands.  Infesting the air conditioning with their near hellish miasma.

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