Dreams about puffy feathery seeds... flying in the air... (know what they are?)
dreams about unscathing sunlight... dashing only warmth and not scotch*
dreams about whiskers waving in the air from a cherie river, poking fun and tickling the air... looking through it the dark pearly eyes of crayfish... black as the rarest black pearls from the scarce osyters that float among hidden seaweeds and corally rocks...
dreams about thundering horse hoofs...sprinting through woods and into plains and into woods and into plains.... in search of the sweetest grass... flaming flavouring sweetness of the morning dew dashed with rainbow flavouring...
dreams are best when eyes are lulled, on a warm peaceful night...on silent waves with silvery stars... a sea in the galaxy, or perhaps a galaxy of seas...
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