Fish tank fish dreams

Fish dream bad dreams of needles piercing through the water penetrating their skin. No way to get out of a tank full of roomies that stink of rotten fish to the very skin. Nothing to do but ongoing laps inside a four cournered glass merky with flem. Continuous memory failure not being able to recall the previous ten minutes yet a queer feeling of dejavu lurks within. What have I been doing? Wondering wether I even existed then. The ability to question and imagine is surely a nightmare's origin to them.

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Nothing is real as nothing is unreal.
Everything is real as everything is unreal.
Everthing is nothing as nothing is everything.
The real is unreal as the unreal is real.

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Dreams of everything but nothing

Dreams are one of those things that give everything to everbody but nothing to nobody. Everything to nothing, what a vast and vague range. Truely somethings are just better not having. I would say dreams are merely sweet and sour non-beings.

Recently I've been taking a pack of heavy dreams for breakfast but they were not worth trying. The bitter feeling left in my chest was quite a drag for the whole day. What else would you recommend?
Well, the spicy ones are the best to frizzle up your mornings but too much of 'em would get your feet numb. How about a nice cup of hazelnut dazes? It gets you up in no time while you wade in the sweet aroma.
Yes, that would be nice. I think I'll challenge myself to one of those hot-chilly frenzies too.
Great, best to get you sizzled up before a busy day, exellent choice.
Thanks.
Have a nice dream.

Dreams of a blind man

What dreams would a blind man dream
If they were no dreams in shape nor color
Would they be in rythm and beat
Should they be in smell or odor

Would he see a bird through its melody
A flower through its scent
How would one know what a blind man dreams
Unless I sleep with him

Yes I know I do not dream but yet we all can see
How one would enjoy dreaming more than all
If he were a blind man to see all that he can
Through his dreams it would be surely heavenly.

Pin cushion family reunion

Awkward, abash
bashful and rash
Nowhere to sit comfortably,
no sound to comfort me.
Everything prickles
their voice makes me sick.
By angles and corners
circles get pricked.
Up into pieces everything breaks
keeping eachother sharp and awake.

Mr. Sky the rain addict

"Why do you love rain?" I ask. "You see,
for me, it's very hard to understand." I add.
"Perhaps it's because of the sound of raindrops." he replies,
"I get upbeat as the rain pours as if I am in love."

All I see is rain, on rainy days when he looks into my eyes.
I used to ponder which he would love more,the rain or I?
Now I'm starting to like it the rain, the sounds, your eyes.
I see what you feel about the rain when I pore into those eyes.