finally, time to set things straight. i have no idea what kind of dream you are. you come and go as you please and lately, you've taken the most hideous form. maybe you were nice when i was a kid. but seriously, i don't remember having a good dream for years.
think im bullshitting? you managed to scare the shit out of me when you showed me how i was murdered either with a gunshot at the back of my head or getting stabbed with a kitchen knife. if that wasn't enough, you've even made me feel like im invisible. yea, thanks a lot. you really are a good reason to hate sleep.
even your deja vu's aren't helpful. im no fortune teller, but it'd be nice to get a warning sometimes you know.
try to be nice sometimes. i've had reality bad enough.
your sad pathetic victim,
benjamin
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