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When i dream, where do i wonder.  The drift is more than a mere sensation of sensory infatuations with ideals and preconceived conceptual notions of self in lieu of and despite the illusionary reality.  In my dreams, i have imagined nothing.  i merely become the free yielding relativity.  Perceptions are altered only when i choose to ignore my living dream.  Then, warped, i become a danger to my wonderful.  i am dreaming and it is a living dream.  i cannot and will not wake up.  i will tell you about this dream, and the stories that it tells.  Today, i become the embodiment of i.  So i must dance, for it is the only way.  She dances.