Sutras for Mohammed 1

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Now don't laugh, because this isn't funny,
it's only the simple truth.
What are dreams, you asked me.
Well, Mohammed, my little friend, dreams
are the way your mind makes poop.
After you've had your giggle, think:
What is poop anyhow? It's food we've eaten
after we're through with it. Dreams
are just the same. They are what's left
of each day's life when the mind
has sorted though the games and books,
the lullabies and dirty looks
everything it doesn't want
to haul around in its memory
forever. So it squashes them down
into long silly stories and all night long
it squishes them out as a kind
of smoke that vanishes into
the upper atmosphere where they swirl around
for a day or two with the clouds
the angels ride about on
and then they disappear.
Ephemeral, yes, but like the clouds
often as pretty as can be.

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