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As I paint, I remember the recurring dream I have. I find myself completely helpless, unable to move any part of my body, unable to see or open my eyes or ask for help. This feeling continues until I can't even breathe and suddenly wake up and am grateful it was just a dream, but now I see this struggle in my paintings.

The original story happened in 1794! But "the second narration" is my story!

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