6:00 a.m. in the morning, I woke up from a dream and entered another dream. What is reality? And what is dream? I can barely distinguish them. Too many times I have taken what happened in my dreams as real facts from my memory. Too many times I have taken what happened in my life as eccentric things from my dreams. The more I try to forget something, the more clearly I remember it. The more I try to remember something, the sooner I forget it.
Maybe I am just too tired. So, please, will you bring me my wine?
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