Someone Find My Serious Face

As easy as it sounds, counting sheep in a conservatory couldn't be harder.
Fitting the woolen bastards in to the glassed enclosure is one thing, but having enough cheerios to fill a bowl is another.
It takes 3 sheep to tame a horse, and one horse to defeat 3 sheep, so is the glass half full or half empty?
We all dream about things, but what if the dream we encounter becomes realer than real, and life itself becomes blurred.
What if when we die, we embark a constant dream, that takes the shape of a lifetime, until we die again, setting foot on another dream.
In reality, what the fuck is reality?

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