The dreams are getting weirder, and more real. They can be both things. Shut up. Problem is, I'm not remembering them. This is probably part of a bigger problem, but I'll come to that later, if I remember. Thing is though, I'm waking up angry at people, sometimes people I haven't spoke to in weeks. This must mean that people are dicks in my dreams. Admittedly, most of them are dicks in real life, but that's why I spend time with them, puts my own dickery into perspective in my head. And dickery should always be placed firmly in perspective, otherwise you'd end up confused between the small dickery, and the far away dickery. I'm going to stop writing the word dickery now.
What on earth was I nobbing on about? Oh yeah, a message to my brother. If you're going to buy a new car, in my dream, don't park it on a beach at low tide, in my dream, then leave me to guard it, in my dream. I know I'm an impressive man, but I cannot control the tides. Yet.
Idiot!
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