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Nightmare — Sandra Shulman
Her lips were red, her looks for free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy
The Nightmare Life-and-Death was she,
Who thick's man's blood with cold.
Nightmare -- who among us hasn't experiences the terror of waking abruptly from sleep, covered in a cold sweat and shaking with fear? No one escapes the clutches of this frightening phenomenon. Nightmare provides a unique exploration of a world that is little known and yet all too familiar.
Falling from high buildings, being attacked by man-eating lions, experiencing unexpected sexual inadequacy, losing a passport, drowning in a bathtub -- these are just a few of the imagined situations which fill us with terror during our waking hours.
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy
The Nightmare Life-and-Death was she,
Who thick's man's blood with cold.
Nightmare -- who among us hasn't experiences the terror of waking abruptly from sleep, covered in a cold sweat and shaking with fear? No one escapes the clutches of this frightening phenomenon. Nightmare provides a unique exploration of a world that is little known and yet all too familiar.
Falling from high buildings, being attacked by man-eating lions, experiencing unexpected sexual inadequacy, losing a passport, drowning in a bathtub -- these are just a few of the imagined situations which fill us with terror during our waking hours.