A Temporary Dream Ban
Check into a world of imagination
whenever,
whoever you are,
Attention please!
My mind detected a recent checking into my dreams,
by you without permission,
so whoever you are,
this is to ensure,
safety on both ends,
you are temporarily restricted,
to check into my dreams....
right after a deep verification,
about your honesty, generousness, humbleness,
mindfulness, gratitude, trustworthiness,
you will be able to stroll freely,
inside my dreams,
so keep alert on your notifications,
this verification may take a few hours, a few days,
or even a few years,
that directly depends on,
the way you provide true information,
I'll warn you,
in case I detect, you are using any third parties,
to break the security algorithm,
you will be permanently banned and automatically,
you will get blacklisted,
after getting verified,
feel free to walk in my dreams, and plant new ideas,
and also I would like to enhance,
by checking into my dreams,
you agree to the terms of my privacy policy,
this space is not yours,
it's totally owned, maintained, promoted by me,
hence you can only make the necessary changes here,
thank you for your patience,
your interest in checking in,
is highly appreciated,
sincerely,
the head of communication,
department of fresh connections,
My Mind LLC.
About the Creator
P.A.Vinura Jayasanka
Hi! I'm an Engineering student who is passionate on poetry and movie critiques with mastering both creative and analytical aspects. You can follow me on facebook:
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Comments (3)
I like what you did here. Well done
Ah nice! great job! keep it up!
Your message is a clever and humorous way to assert control over your own mental space and dreams.