hardly a worthy mention


many years ago, in the land of the dreaming, i dreamt of a war. it was a struggle against something dark. i felt many other people around me, dreaming the same dark dream, fighting this same struggle. every morning we awoke, tired and clueless to the war we return to every night.

and then i dreamt that we won and that for some reason, i was made known to everyone in the dreaming. they knew my face but did not know me.

that is why i think you know my face but you do not remember it.
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