And the horrid dreams follow me thousands of miles across continents, to wonderful sunny Boston.
Well, some horrid ones, but they are actually becoming rather entertaining. With twisted plots, very much akin to the action-thriller movies I’ve always been dying to be in.
Except, I didn’t expect to literally keep dying in my dreams. Getting killed, to be precise. Plotted murders, random shootings, freak accidents, like getting crushed to death by an elevator.
Then, the horrified awakenings.
There are some sweet ones too recently. Things I can literally only dream about.
It pleases me, yet confuses me at the same time.
And still, there would be the awakenings...
Did he really just ask me?
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