Years and years ago, I had a dream about a girl I’d never met before. She was beautiful and perfect and apparently completely unique to my dream. The dream was long and linear, spanning from our meeting to our falling in love. It all made perfect sense, and it all felt perfectly real. It was truly blissful. When I woke up, I was honestly heartbroken. I’ve never dreamed of her again. Several times since, however, I’ve dreamed that I was running from viciously evil monsters. So that’s just as awesome.
EAT HER! EEEAAATT HHER!