I was surprised in my dream that someone was reciting poems from memory and I was able to match him word for word. So he would be saying "Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to shoot a watersmooth silver pistol and kill onetwothreefour pigeons just like that Jesus he was a handsome man..." and I would be saying it along with him as fast as he could go. We went through several poems. It is unclear whether I or he was initiating the poems, but I was sure I wasn't going to do an easy one like 'so much depends upon the red wheel / barrow..." I was sitting down talking to someone in the English department and this other poetry reciter was standing near us. Suddenly they left and I woke up.
Competition against the self? After all, the reason I knew all the poems he did was that it was my dream...
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