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Benjamin Ghillie Man Dream

Weird dream I had recently. Must be getting some money as Grandma would say:-) Eyes heavy, sofa swallowin' me slow, body sinkin' like quicksand, mind lettin' go. TV static hummin' white-noise lullaby, flickerin' shadows dancin' cross the ceiling high. Head nod—snap—back in, world crisp for a sec, then drift—drop—la-la land callin', check. Lids flutter like moth wings 'gainst porch light glow, reality glitchin', dream pixels start to show. Then he slides in—silent, no creak from the springs, figure cloaked in green, but the green's Benjamin things. Ghillie suit stitched from hundreds, head to tail weave, Franklin faces multiplied, every leaf a Benjamin sleeve. Bills flutter loose like autumn leaves in breeze, hundred after hundred driftin' down to my knees. Camo cash rustlin', crinklin' soft as he sits, right next to my slouched frame, no words, just legit. Smell of fresh ink, new money perfume in the air, his suit sheddin' wealth like dandruff everywhere. One Benjamin lands perfect on my open palm, cool paper kiss—am I trippin' or calm? Nod again—jolt—eyes crack, room still dim, couch empty, no green ghost, no cash hymn. But wait—crumpled hundred tucked in my fist tight, real or ghost printed? Daydream or night? Is he comin' back with more suits to shed? Premonition stackin'—or just brain playin' dead? Sofa holds me hostage in that twilight zone strip, where money grows on ghillie men and reality trips. Driftin' once more, question hangin' like smoke, real Benjamins knockin', or just broke dreams bespoke? Either way, I'm noddin'—half here, half gone, waitin' for the next bill to fall... till dawn.