“Truth is stranger than fiction”.
“Dreams are stranger than truth”:

I was flying low over the water
wearing just a bathing suit
and holding a water pistol.
A seagull flew overhead.
I shot it
and made its bottom wet.
I could tell that it was furious.
It flew to the nearby shore
and grabbed my laptop
lying against my beach chair.
It took it out to sea
and dropped it into the deep.

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