it's boring
to the point
of not listening, of yawning
and waiting
for the words
to stop coming out
of the mouth of your
enthusiastic
dream telling friend.
so you're flying,
he might say,
and the house is on fire,
and my ex-wife
is in the window
screaming for help
but i don't stop,
i keep going
until i reach the ocean
where i get
swallowed
by a whale.
you don't even ask,
and then what happened?
because none of it
matters.
not just to you, but to anyone
except maybe your
psychiatrist.
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