Lucid
I had a lucid dream.
And got caught.
Horrible.
You go to sleep thinking.
The thinking collapses like lines on a road.
Collapses like eternity.
I had a lucid dream.
If you die in that dream, you’ll know.
Feels like a factory place.
Or my bedroom or mumbling places.
It caught onto me.
Thinking.
You don’t plan it out that way.
The way they scramble.
I had a lucid dream.
Died again, remembered how I died last week.
The buzzing, and whirling are seen all around.
Turned me into zombie bones.
At the end of the graveyard, I saw it all.
I had a lucid dream.
Knew all the flavors of dying.
Woke up too easily.
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