In my dream

In my dream I hold my robe and regalia in front of me,trying to find a place in the busy subway station to put it on and cover my nakedness. I open a bland painted door and slip inside to find the meeting hall of loners with its rough benches and good cheap pastries. I dress and am home, welcomed by these drifting nocturnal geniuses.

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