Halfway Through the Dream, I Stopped
He called for my help and hurried I came
I helped as needed, it was a piece of cake
Then at the side of my eye
I saw the hidden knife by
His acting was so good, I was an easy game
I thought of so many solutions
To this horrific revelation
I thought of using some gas on him
I thought of locking the door behind him
No knife on my back, so the dream was due for cancellation
I am proud of my subconscious
Pulling out in the middle of the heat was very courageous
No screams without sound in my dream
No running without speed in my dream
And my back was still smooth, good morning precious
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