SO what do the normal people dream of? Sweet simple things to get away from their dreary lives? Because for me, it a continuation of life, so believable I wake up wondering why I had done the terrible things I had dreamt of. I wake up guilty, ready to jump out of bed because who knows what I will dream next. Either I remember these terrible things or nothing at all.
Nothing at all wins.
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