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Thursday, May 27, 2021

daymare

A daymare
is a daydream 
you're not entirely in control
of. We're all lucid dreamers 
in waking hours, usually
and near continuously, whenever
attention does not fully occupy
itself, and seeks elsewhere,
inward, greedy for stimulus, but 
a daymare has internal logic
of its own. It is no mere
daydream for you to direct
pleasantly. It won't respect
you if you violate it, and 

its respect matters. For some 
reason, maybe because daymares
have vividity and weight
that push out the world, 
unlike daydreams. Usually. 

Not always. Sometimes. 

Anyway. You want to see 
what happens, and you have 
less than the usual control,
so the subconscious asserts 
according to rules it has 
been given, which you dimly 
triumphantly sometimes sense, 
and can play, but which
weren't provided
to you. 

Most of my daymares lately 
have been about you. But 
the nightmare is, I know 

it's not really you. Even though!
I'm sure you'd have told me just that,
just then. Like you did. Just so

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