by Emmit Other
I had a famous dream
Just now
That couldnt make up its mind
Between Robin Hood
And Red Dawn
And then Grimmace Dark Side
Had a wormhole George Foreman Grill
Descend from the heavens
And turn a pile of people
Into giant wriggling human leeches
I went into Lucid Mode
And put him and his crew
In Mason Jars
I'm a completist
And like to leave every dream
In a happy ending
But this was a small world
And a very ill fitting dream
Not all dreams are created equal
And sometimes
You have to make a choice
Do you let it go
And get up
And go into Boston with the inlaws
Or do you spend four hours
Looping the dream around and around
Until you beat it
Ive done that
But this dream was thin
Barely hanging on
And to exist I would have had to pour myself into it
I decided to let the dream go onits merry little way
And be all about itself
Formless
Thin
And Tilted towards evil
So I woke up
And went about my business
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