Out of the blue, and into the red. "You can't go there!!" The elephant said. So I looked to the east. Then ran to the west. Where I met an owl. Who said "The Hyena knows best". So I climbed up a tree, then I looked to the ground. For I heard the wind approaching, though it made not a sound. I rode on the storm. To where the horizon met the sky. Where I swam with an ostrich, and watch the cows fly. I crawled across mountains, on a platypus's back. I shook hands with an ostrich, while we stood in a centipedes track. I sewed pigs ears, into silky lined purses. I rode with armadillos, on zebra drawn hearses. I was conversing with a scorpion, who sat perched on a stump. When I found myself awoken, from hitting the floor with a thump.
Reason for writing:
Because dreams are the dreams of dreams.
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