Have you ever dreamed of being a poppy? It is a life to envy. The rising sun warms your petals just as the breeze is keeping them cool. Occasionally, gentle rains wash everything clean. Then the bees arrive and tickle your stamen; there is no sweeter or pleasurable feeling. The anticipation is nearly unbearable.

But the poppy is unusual. Not content to be a plant, the poppy desires her own dreams. So the poppy spirit makes a deal. She will take away your pains, assuage your anxieties, eliminate your fears. In exchange, she uses your consciousness to dream her dreams as you passively watch them unfold.

The poppy becomes addicted to these dreams and will not let you go. She demands that you take her sweet nectar, no matter how difficult or how costly.  And you? You would prefer to die while high rather than to wake up.

Recital

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