Really.
It was a terrible day.
So, I ended it
by going back to bed
(and flying in an airplane
instead.
The air was turbulent;
the plane bucked in the
wind and we were headed down.
(Maybe I should wake up
after all, real life was maybe
better.
We went into warp speed.
This was fun after all.
My fellow passenger
told me I passed out
and started crying,
but I knew that nothing
could go wrong
and to just trust.)
It was a good dream
after all.
I woke up
refreshed
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You know, sometimes dreaming really IS better than reality. Some of my dreams... really, I could sell them like crack.
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