You get dreams you remember, and end up walking around in a daze
Remembering flying through a meadow,
Full of the sounds,
The sounds of dreams,
The sounds,
Of the fir meadows,
Full of the birds and mysterious ponderings,
Your mind,
Separate from the world,
In your own personal world.
Exempt from the evils of the waking world,
Free to do as your mind can only imagine and more,
Is not the Waking World a dream,
You will wake soon...
*inserts peace*
Did I write that? I don't
remember drinking THAT much brandy...
You get a flunked report.
*inserts MyselF*
