In my dream, there was a man who asked if I was dead. I told him no, I was just dreaming. He said we don’t get many of you here, most are dead, but the dreaming ones hardly ever remember when they wake.
In my dream, there was a man who asked if I was dead. I told him no, I was just dreaming. He said we don’t get many of you here, most are dead, but the dreaming ones hardly ever remember when they wake.