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IMe-Tosis
I AM DREAMING.
Lucid paralysis and feeble scenery will not win. My hands are anchors. Mirror, Mirror quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Step to the mirror. Step no more. My feet are the floor. Anger. The world is mine. Mine to command. It defies. Mirror. Struggle forward. My skull is an egg. It cracks. It splits. Mirror. Struggle rabid. My flesh is a rag. It tears. It rips. Mirror. I shred. I sever. Near twice myself yet singly bent, I...
...awake.
Twisted Me (Lucid Dream)
Soon, I am dead. Cringe from the billowing beast. A light! A bite. Teeth through boneless flesh.
I AM DREAMING.
Fear falls away. Unafraid, I face the twisted beast. It has shied away to the sky. I bleed the black from heaven and all is soft in the South. Thoughts turn sharp to the North. Home. There's no place like home. Helter skelter insight swirls. I dance. I whirl. Dreams becomes milk. Suckle and grow. Spin and flow into the funnel beast once feared. Spinning. Sinning. Grinning god. Twisted sets me straight.
Third Eye - (Lucid Dream)
She drifts, belly blackening, to birth a twisted child. Twisted? I self suffocate. Inhale.
I AM DREAMING.
With all the will that can be found and wound, be banished tempest high. Disobedient sky. She stalks like a soul hungry heaven. I'm no morsel to be had. This world is mine. This world is me. Tempest is I yet she defies my staunch lucidity. No exit can be seen. But wait. An eye. Not two. An eye. A third will see the way. Foreskull cracks. Flesh rips back to nestle newborn sight. The world is washed in bright. Spider silk caresses all, all one wonderous web. Shear away the threads that bind Tempest tight to me. She recedes to form a two faced sky. I shut the eye. I'm free.
Doorway – (Lucid Dream)
A tangled maze is the world. It hides our trophy door. Forward. Left. Backward. Right. Over. Under. Around. No exit can be found. Stop. A random thought. Up? Eyes lift and there it lies. 'There's a place I like to hide, a door way that I run through in the night...' sings Queensryche.
I AM DREAMING
Dripping with diamond lucidity, I sparkle for the crowd. They lumber and await the Nod caught show. How do the down rise up? We won't. With a regal wave the dream star shines. Door drifts, featherlike, to floor. It settles perfectly. And I, the cognent key, unlock the way.
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