what
dream isn't strange,
detached
from
reality.
a mixture of mirth
and fear,
of flying
and being chased.
a rainbow of colors,
or a black
and white charcoal
sketch.
some of these people
you know,
others
are vague strangers.
it's violent,
it's sensual, it's everything
but the kitchen
sink.
maybe it'll all
sort itself
out tomorrow when you
awaken in
a cold sweat.
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