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- n. A terrifying experience, having the characteristics of a nightmare, during wakefulness
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A kind of incubus which occurs during wakefulness, attended by the peculiar pressure on the chest which characterizes nightmare.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A feeling resembling that experienced in nightmare, but felt while awake.
a kind of daymare, if there is a state of mind which can be so described, and I had a good deal to say to Murray, as we walked down to the Parks together, about my luck.
The “daymare” brought me to an open field that I was crossing to the wooded area beyond.
When it did finally did end and all of the events and information I ingested from that cinematic daymare washed over me I realized that I had just lost 90 minutes of my life that I can never get back.
I've just had a daymare of roaming thru Thetford forest with a petrol driven strimmer!
What walks I took alone, down muddy lanes, in the bad winter weather, carrying that parlour, and Mr. and Miss Murdstone in it, everywhere: a monstrous load that I was obliged to bear, a daymare that there was no possibility of breaking in, a weight that brooded on my wits, and blunted them!
And after I wrote that, I had a daymare of seeping, crushing cold innocence rising up from Fort Lauderdale oddly, it's grey with bright purple spots and slowly, implacably crushing all in its way...only to go about 1 tenth of a mile before getting distracted by some of Broward County's more fun sex stores, immediately putting on some nice red stuff and shrivelling up with all of the corruption, unable to resist.
I'm still a little fuzzy, and there are piles of papers on my desk (an anal-retentive's daymare); hence, the delay between our regular post and the RDA.
It so happened, however, that at the very moment the Mouse began his conversation with the Sentry, the Owl awakened with a start from a bad daymare, and all but hooted with fright.
In the meantime, the recollection of this sin of mine has been my nightmare and daymare too, and the sin has been the 'Blot on my escutcheon.'
On my way back home later in the day, the undiplomatic Chrysler 300C was not on the road, but the daymare was still there with private, public service and GK vehicles being driven every other way as if those who stuck to their lanes had nothing more important to do, or did not want to reach their destinations.
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