Between reality and sleep

I was weak, ugly, naked and insignificant now.
I was the size of a fingernail.
Bravada, where is your velvet dress?
That's who you are, be tempted by this.
And I turned into stone and melted away
a smelly puddle, like an old mushroom in the forest.

And woke up!
Only, I know where reality is from these two dreams.
You are who you are there, the mirage is here.

Yes, Dorian Gray, the true appearance in the portrait is so ugly,
that it does not even have a face. Isn't it?
But materiality always embellishes the essence,
So that it can be hung as a picture in a lush frame.

Ouija, I'm not scared, I'm crushed.
Although this understanding is not new to me.
But Mr. Whiskey decided to remind me of this while I was sleeping.
Congratulations, we are ghosts here, not there,
There is reality.
And in it I am not a dancer and there are no varnished floors.

Well, you said recently "I am who I am",
Now you can rethink your phrase again.
A joke? Funny, yes.

You can't lie there, you just forgot.

"..he hanged himself in a prison cell and became a worm and crawled
for eternity, then became a black cube with perfect edges,
and then met the one he killed and she forgave him."
Literature? It won't help you, it only exists here.
I know, I just liked books once.

Your spirit is exactly in the state you felt.
Mr. Whiskey is not an enemy,
he is an ally stronger than many prohibited and dangerous substances.
He just showed you the true state of things.
A good ally and guide to hell,
I understand so.
That's right, for an additional fee.

Your spirit is just in a very bad state,
Pay attention to this, instead of trying to cover it up with anything.
Trying to ignore it is not valor.
Reality is there, a dream is here.

And why does everyone use my words and phrases,
talking to me?
Don't waste your energy on stupid questions.

You don't even have it to answer them.

You try to forget what you know, and throw all your resources at it -
The shadow pretends to cast a thick shadow,
But the ghost is you here.
And your spirit is in a bad state.
Yeah, and I don't even remember if it was ever good at all.
World events are killing me.
World events? Are you even a fool?

Sorry for the banality, but calm your mind.
Thank you, Kung Fu Panda.
Such dreams are not for the faint of heart, really.

Don't try to ground it and make it ordinary.
I won't allow it.
Besides, you've already walked along this path,
It always leads to the fish market.
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Google was translate it. I don’t know what he did write.