Each night I sleep,
don't remember the dreams.
Except the ones, before I wake.
I jump and rise,
wipe my eyes,
wondering why my hands shake.
"The Hell am I at?"
Unfamiliar at first,
"Dreaming? Am I really awake?"
Then reality sits in,
Oh yeah, it's all real,
"Damn, I could've accepted fake!"
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