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Dead Dream
As I wait here in the still of night I wonder, "What could have happened?" I ask myself, "Were they not but an hour ago?" But as I wonder, the truth sinks in. "They were never here." I tell myself. "They were only creative friends. Friends I made to understand me. They were illusions and nothing more."
As I wander through the darkness, Isay to myself, "But if they weren't mere illusions, we'd train all day and hunt all night." Then awake I'd spring in the dead of night and realize, "'Twas all just a dream." And with new reassurance in my friends, I slowly drift back to sleep.
