we see so much with our eyes closed.

think about the last great vivid dream you had. now, think about what was going on in it and how waking up to your own reality was a disappointment. finally, think about who was in it. how would that person react, were they to have the truth of their presence in your dream exposed to them?

usually, one is to answer this question in a way that suggests embarassment or guilt for imagining such people in such positions of abstract thouroughfare, especially, people who are known to the dreamer as close acquaitances.

now, to switch the role from dreamer to personality in a dream, have you, reader, ever imagined the potentiality that, perhaps, someone you know has dreamt about you? at one point or another, i believe every person has had some sort of auspicious revelation of the sort; however, i wish to stress that i speak not in audacity, for certainly, assuming one dreams about you is pompous in and of itself, but, rather, in probity; one must predicate such an assumption, based solely on personal experience, not pride or conceit.

where am i going, you may ask? well, consider that someone has dreamt about you once and has told you. can it be that others have dreamt of you, too? and, if so, how many times?

remember the one glance you had of her, or him, and how days upon days waned before her, or his, face began to fade into a realm of forgotteness? perhaps, recall the tintless haze of a dream spent in the presence of the one whose just one sighting of affected, softened and melted you.

now, ponder this: is it plausible, feasible, in any way likely that you have been the object of such seeming attraction?

most people never find the answer.

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thanks to ellen for inspiring without consent this week's feature.



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