Christmas morning about 5:15 a.m. my unconscious woke me up again, but there was no obvious purpose in it. This time it took the form of one very loud ring, like that of the old-fashioned telephone. To date it haas utilized three loud knocks, a doorbell, a regular phone ring and even my cell phone. Have I got a creative unconscious or a bug in my ear?!
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