... about Eskil. We found ourselves in an old factory and we were talking and talking and talking about lots of strange things... And I couldn't believe in what he told me... especially that about music... naaah! and, and... and the... ... nevermind...
...Eskil...!?
...tho, feel free to come back to my dream, I'd love to finish the conversation! (damn alarm clocks).
Brain is a weird instrument... Once I dreamt that I killed a man with an axe and hid his body in a suitcase... :sch: ...
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Do you dream?