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Dec 2009
The sleep sentence ends in a period of vivid imagery.
The ****** is how the end of the dream resembles reality.
There is no denouement, but always something to be learned.

The conclusion is always the same.  Awakening, using what has been
Experienced in the dream to influence the journey in life itself.
Wondering, what are the purpose of dreams? It is not a question that is worth pondering.

Walking the tightrope of lucid dreaming, risking the fall into consciousness.
Opening of the gates to hell from confinement, losing the battle to find meaning.
Crying for the dream to return, left in hopelessness, despair.

Reality is the ***** of life, and dreaming is its procurer.  
Constantly controlling the outcomes, the path of life is always forged
Between the forests of dreams.
Bassam
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Bassam  Greater Toronto Area
(Greater Toronto Area)   
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