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Date: 2017-10-04 05:47 pm (UTC)...I have to ask, but please feel free not to answer: when dreaming about wading through clouds like surf, could you tell what you were standing on? I can't quite picture whether sky became ocean, with sand below and air above, or if sky stayed in its usual position but you were so tall that the clouds were around your legs, or what.
*curious mind is curious, but willing to do without an answer*