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Lying at the threshold of consciousness... sensing a presence where there aught not to be... eyes pop open 'n dart about a dark room with arms and legs which refuse to move... Shadows surround 'n abound... rapid eyes now clench shut 'n focus on falling asleep......... cannot recall how we got out of there as we find ourselves in an open expanse... casually, we glance down at our hand, neglecting to find the blue dot... we can fly! We take to the sky... soaring among the clouds, majestically... ignore the doors as they appear and live like the King of Dreams in a reality of our own choosing.
Tall, dark, 'n mysterious.
Lying at the threshold of consciousness...