Nociception & Nonsensical Metaphors

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Please..
Tell me, darling...
Your sweetest dream.

Could it be me?

Please..
Tell me, my love...
Your worst nightmare.

Is it me?

Please..
Tell me, my soul...
What you fear the most.

Me?

Now, dear...
Don't ask me what my dreams are...
Or what I fear the most.

For what I fear the most..
Is that you find out my sweetest dream.
Because I might make you cry.
And then my worst nightmare would come true.