El sueño de mi alma
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Charles Morrison es un doctor cirujano-pediatra que sufre un accidente en su auto en el camino del hospital donde trabaja hasta su hogar, lamentablemente, sufrió una pérdida auditiva y ceguera total. Pero, desde el accidente, no ha dejado de soñar con dimensiones extrañas donde sí puede ver y escuchar, además de sentir todo lo que toca, también hay criaturas extrañas dentro ellos, y lo más curioso es que, al despertarse, recuerda todo lo que vivió dentro de los sueños. Finalmente decide ir a un psiquiatra, y descubre que todo lo que soñó alguna vez, era una señal de la consumición de su alma.
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