Later, I took a nap in a shallow pond near the expressway. The sweet symphony of passing auto-carriages lulled me into a deep nether-sleep. The dream took me through many dimensions of time, space and knock-off shoe distributors. I saw the sights of a million lifetimes, and licked the salty-sweet kettle corn off the ground of a million carnivals. It was there I saw it: A giant black olive- no it was a bowling ball. It spoke to me. I listened. Intently.
I woke to myself coughing up pond water.
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