Dreams need no editors, boys
and girls. Not ultimately. The subconscious
is on the job, and it's a crude mistress or
master of sublimation. When you wake up,
how you swallowed it at the time.
Well, the subconscious put something
in your think. It's too late. You've been duped,
but next time keep your wits about you
and you won't be missing anything.
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