The Fackelmann scam and the wraith's return (pp. 933–934)
His fever is way worse, and his little snatches of dreams have a dismantled cubist aspect he associates in memory with childhood flu. He dreams he looks in a mirror and sees nothing and keeps trying to clean the mirror with his sleeve. One dream consists only of the color blue, too vivid, like the blue of a pool. An unpleasant smell keeps coming up his throat. He’s both in a bag and holding a bag. Visitors flit in and out, but never Ferocious Francis or Joelle van D. He dreams there’s people in his room but he’s not one of them.
Context
The fever-dream catalogue between the wraith visit and the grave: the mirror that shows nothing and won't wipe clean, the dream of pure too-vivid pool-blue, being both in a bag and holding one, and — the one that cuts deepest — the dream where there's people in his room but he's not one of them: the wraith's figurant doctrine restated as dream content, from inside. Childhood flu supplies the genre tag ("dismantled cubist").