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Tangerine Dream Part II: Such is a moment or a millennium
Such is a moment or a millennium
When you know you must fill your moment so that every last taste of this tangerine dream lasts forever…
With bated breath crawling all over your tingling body, you must say goodbye, until…
You must pretend that you still have the energy to carry on, take care, and not worry about it.
When you know the spell has been cast, you have entered another universe known only to you and the man with the non-descript accent. A man like no other man you have ever known, and yet every man you have ever known. Yes! A paradox of the most luscious kind.
And yet, you must breathe. You must breathe. No one can hold a breath forever
Or so some have said…
Take it easy. This is only a dream. Dreams are not real. Dreams are the remnants remaining when you close your eyes and sleep. No matter how lucid you see and feel and experience those dreams. Dreams are figments of an imagination: reflections like seen in Alice’s mirror.
A spiral into a hurricane of the fiercest kind for this dream is now a living breathing spirit following you around everywhere you go...
I am alive, alive, alive and flourishing.
With me when I am awake. With me when I sleep. I am exhausted…
This unreal dream has wrapped me in gossamer so soft and so ethereal and so powerful -others notice it, too.
How can I hide this warmth that has embraced me, courted me, and crowned me his queen?
They tell me I am lovesick.
That's it! It’s just the flu. I am hallucinating.
I have a high fever. I ache all over and tingle all at the same time. My pulse races.
Tangerine dreams last forever.