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That night she dreamt that was dreaming that was dreaming that was dreaming that was dreaming that ...

In one of these multiple dreams she woke up and saw him sitting at the edge of her bed.

She felt confused with his presence and then she asked: "Inside of which of my dreams are you?"

He smiled and answered: "It is not relevant. I'm not inside one of your dreams, I live inside your head. I'm finally that spot of oil that spreads without limits. If you wanna get me out of your head, you'll have to blow up your mind."*

*he was not just right.

**he was more than right.