Whenever dream pleased you with careless sleep.
It can't be a dream,
It's only a stupor, because
Real dream is that, which can't let sleep anymore
It compel you to go for its interpretation,
Way of solution, and place of destination.
Real dream is that, which can't let you sleep anymore
If it's? Then,
It's only a stupor.
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