Still coughing

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It just won’t clear. Very debilitating.

Visions in my head last night, I never mind these, sometime they lead to dreamscapes that become stories and poems. This one was of night time, a city in the dark, light spilling as if from a street lamp, though it was rich gold rather than neon yellow. The wet pavement shone. A figure was there in a long raincoat (Mac?Trench coat?) like John Constantine used to wear; I detested John Constantine! Didn’t think it was him though, couldn’t see the face. After a few moments trying, went to sleep.

Then had a very vivid nightmare in which a tall figure leaned over the bed towards me. I screamed and woke up. Brrr! Heatwave come find me, I go shivery cold whenever I think of it!