In the dark.
By yourself.
With your partner, or
somebody else.
In your mind,
eyes flutter,
saliva drools, and
don't have any water.
Facts, or fictions.
Fantasy, and reality.
Seeing, not seeing.
Moving, so it seems.
Breathing, can never tell,
only if your not sleeping.
Feel no pain, just the gain,
from these mental impressions.
Visions of the future,
thats what I think.
Dreams are just your life in the future,
its the deja you get to see everthing.
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