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The dream is alive within the dream. the room is the one you are in, as your feelings leave your head as sweat that washes away by-gones and stray dogs napping in the small of your back. In the dream, I dreamt you tossed your arms in front of YOU, I was already there. So I owe you a thanks. They crept up, unnerved me in order to be happy, moved one of me aside to get to the other.