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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