I’m not normally in the habit of talking about dreams (you know, far too dull, dumb or dangerous. Pick the d adjective of your choice depending on how your dreams tend to pan out) but I had a particularly weird one, I’m still not sure how I feel about it and I haven’t actually written anything for a couple of days now (and you haven’t been gifted a terrifying insight into the inner workings of my disturbed mind for simply ages).  266 more words