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There are certain bars and taverns that exist only in my dreams.  They might be located in Philly or Chicago or Brooklyn or even Saigon.  But you can only go there in my dreams—if I’m nice enough to include you in my dream.  They are on streets no one ever heard of and they often morph from one location to another without warning.  Sometimes I can’t find them in one dream only to have them show up in a different dream.  The décor and the staff of these taverns is ephemeral.  It is often staff from real life bars who apparently moonlight at these surrealistic saloons I imagine in sleep.  Everything can shapeshift and I’m often left waiting for beers or desperately trying to locate the bathroom in these pubs.  Of course, seeking the bathroom is never a good sign.  It usually means waking up is imminent and going to happen sooner rather than later. 

But alas I dream

these wondrous mystical pubs

the exotic beers

cocktails of heavenly bliss

until they fade into black