Woke up this morning with that regret of leaving a dream. Cursed alarm. It was a decently nice blockbuster dream. Some hokey pokey sci-fi stuff and imminent end of the world.

Its so easy to sleep, less easy to dream, and all too swift to forget. We are here in this world, thinking our dreams and pursuing them, but do not forget your dreams.

[Unrelated] We three had a joke once ‘pop goes the weasel’. But there is only me here left now.


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