As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.
Note: I' th' last night's storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think a man a worm. My son Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him. I have heard more since. As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods, They kill us for their sport. King Lear 4:1
typical nightmare
Note: You have a problem when your nightmares can be characterized as typical or as "the usual".
She bathed my hurt soul in a reviving dew.
Note: beautiful
(it looks as if nothing ever happens on Sundays, but just wait a while),
Note: role of the narrator?