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Monday, 13 January 2014
DREAM WRONG
my eyes fall and its on the half-nod when i know the room is there that from a hurtling burst of memories a dream is quickly there and i know i am still awake - the cats a pig pink and giggling and i smuggle him about under my dressing gown asking him what the hell is going on or i'm on a sortie in a city full with apocalypse floods following a witch past submerged marker flags i planted on the way in - the dreams merge tightly with the unreality of a unslept bed and i become afraid to close my eyes and no surprise the dream catcher has fallen off the wall too full to help me anymore
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