Dear dream coopter.
Really?
You had my attention before the dream quakes.
One has to hope the dreams don’t play out,
But we know the scope.
Who knows where I was.
Dreams are mysterious like that.
I don’t remember much,
But I remember the shaking.
And I remember last night
The invasive
I kill people
Neptune and Loki
Poseidon
You three figure it out.
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