For the last five days or so I've been tortured by my dreams. And not tortured in a bad way. I wake up without any clear idea of what I dreamt, only that it was pleasurable and fantastic and I wanted to go back to that world at all costs.
Last night I had another nightmare about my mom. I woke up in a cold sweat. Something about favoring one child
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