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The Inner Monologue of a Dreamer

Is it possible to be a professional pillow inspector? Asking for my other self... in a parallel universe probably sipping celestial chai.

As my thoughts drift Drifting thoughts are just swimming ideas, but most ideas sink.

Remember that time gravity refused to work, and everyone floated away? Yeah, still regretting not taking that physics class.

Hover around existential crises Why is it called 'fast food' when it's really a 'zip zap meal'? I question life's pacing.

On a serious note, if coffee is classified as a beverage, can I consider dreams as streamed consciousness events with a hint of absurdism?

Sometimes when I look out of the window, I half-expect a marching band of squirrels urban planning their acorn economy.