Tuesday, June 29, 2010
One Hundred Fifty-Two
When you begin to come out of a dream, the mind usually remains teetering on the anvil between real and almost real--a few long moments of 'did that really happen', and 'was I really there'. but I came out of a dream yesterday and reality was nothing short of a metal fist punch to my teeth--there was no doubt that what I was experiencing was real, and that what I'd been believing was an evening fantasy.
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