Dreams

As of the end of last year I’ve started keeping a little notebook by the side of my bed in which I write down my dreams just as I’ve had them. 

If anybody reads this book, I am straight up getting sent to an asylum.Even if they don’t exist anymore, they will build one just for me. 

So this is a plea to the guy who sorts out who dreams what. Hi, can I just NOT dream anymore please? That would be fantastic, if you could keep your weird Harry Potter murder purgatory (I didn’t even truly know what purgatory meant before I just googled it) shit to yourself and not wake me up by somebody touching the back of my head because to be honest I’m gonna go fucking mental if you don’t pack it in.

Regards, Sam.

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