The Dreamer is Awake

Messy Bed

I regained consciousness briefly in bed today. A voice in my head told me to approach the animal. I approached blackness until I saw feline white fur. Then the voice asked me what animal I saw. I told the voice I saw a white siberian tiger. Finally, the voice told me to lick the tigers taint, because I am gayer than sigfried and harder than roy. I laughed at the voices playfulness and asked it what type of processor it was running to have such amusing humor algorithms. Opteron, it responded. Ah, a server part, such stability, no wonder I feel sane, I remarked to it. “How do you know so much about me?” exclaimed the voice, and then the moment passed into pain and my body succumbed to the stupor of troubled sleep.

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