Is there anything stranger than dreams?
I was so odd that I'll have to call up and tell thee, that you were riding pillion on my weird motorcycle and this isn't even the bizarre part of it all.
In HD picture quality I saw families, babies, wives, houses and there was only so much I could take.
How can dreams conjure faces so perfectly?
I woke up resentful and angry and mystified as to what just happened.
For a while I kept believing that it was all true until the reality of this Friday dawned on me.
Dreams.
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