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When you have a screwed up (at least, according to the norms of the world) sleeping schedule, the idea of a day that doesn’t end for weeks doesn’t really seem all that disorienting.  Watching Stellan Skarsgård (and, later, Al Pacino) increasingly lose hold on their touch with reality always puzzled me.

I used to have dreams of driving through parts of town with friends long absent. The sun said high noon, but the radio announcer’s voice said it was 2 AM, and the music that followed always sounded like a midday dream.