My weirdest dream is one I've tried to write about (failingly) for years.
It involved a man named Kevin Toliver, who I only met once as a customer when I was working as a cashier at a used car dealership.
In my dream Kevin Toliver was God (with a big G).
He lead me out of my dorm room (this is a very, very old dream), and into living room of my
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