Have you ever dreamt a dream, and felt like you survived one last time?
    Was a tall building involved, and you fell off and woke up to the notice of your death?
    Was a gun or knife pulled on you during your cloud-cuckoo-land vision?
    When I dream, I see the impossible lies once again . . .
        . . . Cymbals clashing
           drums bashing while the
    piper dances in my brain, laughing -- gingerly at that!
      *Snakes wrap around me,
      The search for signs of fear.
    But there seems to be none. A shot echoes the silence. A blade penetrates the very edge. I did it, you did. Don't I die in real ife, if I did in my dream? I awake to a new day, only noticed by a pool of mucous about my mouth and pillow . . .





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