She walks through the rain,
hearing it splatter on the ground surrounding her.
Yet she remains completely dry,
never becoming the least bit damp.
She realizes that this was her dream.
She was not touched by anything,
nor was anything touched by her.
But as she relishes in the amazement,
that her dreams are no longer a fantasy.
She wonders,
is this what she really wanted,
and are anyone's dreams really their own.
Or does a single person reside on
the ungraspable thoughts that float through their minds
as they conduct their life.
However,
in their subconscious sanity,
they are hoping for something totally different.
She treads on,
and watches the water spread at her feet.
The thought of never getting back to her world startles her,
as she opens her eyes only to be staring beneath her wood framed bed,
in water saturated pajamas.
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