I write my dreams down so i can remember them. The day that I can finally read them all will be a good one. I can’t wait.
Will probably have to explain the large quantities of violence and bleak, evil themes to myself. Context helps.
Sometimes they’re fun. Like going charity shopping and cooking christmas dinner for my Geography teacher. Possibly the most inspirational person in my life so far. He was 4 hours late in the dream. I suspect shit like that would not be tolerated in reality, even now. I wonder..