I was dreaming of martinis, when I awoke from a nap, it was a balancing struggle, with the pyramid hat. I'm not a martini drinker, so what was my dream? I was thinking of my head, on a stick in my dream.
I don't want to jinx, my structural change, but even my dreams tell me, it was a structural strain. My neck was crunched, no curve did exist, the martini glass a reminder, of how I did persist.
The pyramid glass, oh what a challenge, I wonder why, that drink has balance. Who designed the glass? and why did they design? a pyramid inverted, and not holding wine.
I make note of my dreams, the subconscious speaks, during the day or night, the subconscious doesn't sleep. It was a vivid dream, I won't soon forget, the art of balance, with no regrets.
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