Dreams are other people’s lives
Intermingling with your own,
Fused emotions overblown.
That explains the certainty
As well as the confusion.
They’re memory perfusions,
Recall passing through itself,
Your own mixed with substitutes,
Hybrid to the very roots.
It’s someone’s experiment,
Someone’s or something’s project,
Mixing up lives as you slept.
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