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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