it was one of those dreams in which the narrator knew it was too good to be true. even so he wasn’t convinced that it was totally fake. people like him still believe in magic, and people like him can still be happy. although he got the distinct feeling that something was waiting for him he paused and looked around. without reason he felt strong—even arrogant--in terms of humanity, but quite humble in terms of the universe. his feelings were clear even though his mind was cloudy (as it has to be in situations such as this).
these things he thought about when he awoke, for they were all his memory would reveal of the dream. and he went about his business. and he longed for the certainty of emotion even at the expense of his mind.
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