Dreams don't seem to start, they just kind of blur their selves into existence. Could you just live like that? Like a dream of sorts? I sit on the porch smoking dream cigarettes, sipping at dream coffee watching the life-movie unfold. A tiny, unidentifiable wasp-bee insect floats right down into my coffee and I watch it struggle for a moment and
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