You paid me a visit in my dream. Usually you appear to torment me. You surround me and make me play without role or script. Or you ask me questions long ago not answered and without any answer save shrugging. You watch me sternly. Then you tell me it's not your looks that are stern, but mere reflection of my self-loathing. Sometimes you smile. That's the scariest.
But last night was different. I was smiling. I don't recall what you've asked, but I answered chirping witticisms I can't recall. I just know you all were so pretty. And it felt good to see you all...
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