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I have read all one thousand and one tales, all of them were new, under a new sun, but this old sun is dim and yellow. Still, it is not old enough to have seen something new. If it had seen something new, by now the sun would be huge and red, by now the Library of Alexandria would be inside of the photo-sphere, by now the tower of babel would be subsumed inside of sol. Instead of sunshine, sometimes, I dream that I am cold. 
Do you dream about temperature? do you shiver?
I sweat. Dream sweat doesn't smell.
Can you taste in a dream? can you swallow? can you breath? can you speak?
I dreamed I had no mouth. I dreamed Harlan Ellison lived underneath my bed. I dreamed in text that I could not read.
Can you put into words the things that feature both in your aspirations and in your nightmares?
I found those things printed on paper found inside a fortune cookie. You see, I had to use my x-ray specs. It was all just a dream. Really. Actually, I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop, in the Twilight Zone. 
Did you think this had a punch line?
I am not sorry.
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