My friend asked me if i was pushing the table.
Nope.
She said it looked like it was floating back and forth.
Then the picture on the wall started coming at her.
The boy at the coffee shop spoke of Deja Vu.
A 4 year old told me she isnt here and this is a dream and that she knew her mom a long time ago when her mother was a child.
A childhood friend tells me his aunt haunts his room after his knees buckle violently for no reason.
Another friend says she saw something float just before it hit the ground.
My dream interlocks with someone elses dream they have two days later.
The dots are being connected
And the solidity of reality drifts away
Lucid dreaming in waking life
We are having trouble deciphering the difference between waking, dreaming, living and dying.
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