The Dream

It was the sixth of June under a silvery moon in nineteen and sixty six. Even after the ground and air blitz we were all still in a state of bliss. After the dust had cleared came a sound from the rear that reminded you of someone trying to take a shit. After we looked around for a long bit we were sure it was just the sound of someone dying.But to our surprise we began to realize there was more to it than just tricks.We looked to the heavens and the way the stars shinned eventually became a extension of our mind. And so in time as it seemed we would awake from the dream.

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