Brain Teaser
Monday, October 17, 2005
You have no control over me,I am not real, though sometimes you believe me,
I come back every night, but am often forgotten,
Though left alone, I will never become rotten,
Sometimes I remind you of things yet to come,
Sometimes, watching me, you do things you've never done,
I rarely ever turn out to be true,
Now I am done with this riddle for you.
What am I?
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