I wanted to be many things when I was younger. And while I’m not any of those things, that doesn’t mean the dream is dead.
In my dream last night, Lee Harvey Oswald said that he’d tell me everything, on the condition that he gets my wife. How does our brain come up with that junk?
Seeking inspiration from Reddit is like bathing with a toaster, but we’re doing it anyway.
The Editor’s nan is back, and she’s describing the strange violent dreams she has survived. She may be angling for some free analysis – Gay Mackie