Feb 09, 2004 21:43
Why do we dream?
Can a fish?
I've dreamt of fish, maybe they have dreamt of me.
My room smells like metal.
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Turn my head, my room is a forest.
The walls are hemlocks, everything else rocks and shrubbery
The carpet is mud and moss, my bed is stone.
Or perhaps it's just a room.
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