All the railways and paths in my dreams lead to the same long winding corridor. The sum of my thoughts and feelings have brought me here to the Dream Hotel. And what ecstasy this brings, to search but never find. To be lost but never found. And all my dreams and all my thoughts waltz deliberately with each other, smudging the line where one ends and the other begins. This corridor is familiar. You only know it because it was taught to you. These walls are smooth as I run my fingers along them(yourskinissmoothasirunmyfingersoveryou), these lights remind me of someone I once knew(theselightsremindmeofyou). I must stop here, for dreams like memories can be confused with reality and I get melancholic when both my worlds begin to blur. The corridor starts to fade but I no longer worry. I have been back many times to the Dream Hotel and it won't be long before my return.
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