Last night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever. I dreamed that I had just awoken from a dream about the greatest murder mystery plot ever conceived. In my dream a was making notes of my dream so that I could write the actual book based on it.
I woke up this morning with all details so fresh in my head that I figured I need not write them down. I had convinced myself that this was a rather cool plot, but now? Nothing don’t remember hardly anything. I guess I was trying to tell myself something.
Maybe it had something to do with he fact that we watched Saw III last night…
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