Does this make any sense?
It's in the basement. It's waiting for me. I'm petrified, however, I am morbidly curious about what will happen when we meet. I sense my love drifting away from me.
The scene changes: We're in a pool the size of the state. We don't have to swim, we're walking over the heads of people stacked like pennies. Our friend is w/ us. I touch his bearded face. Everyone is swimming to a concert. There are less and less people as we walk on. Then we ride on the backs of them like dolphins. I wake before we reach our destination.
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Not really, not in the "normal" way of making sense, anyway.
Is it a dream?
If it was a dream, then I don't ever try to make sense of them. I just enjoy their bizarre little paths, whichever way they go.
Twas a dream
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