June 1, 2009
Page 28 Book 3: Awkward Alliances
I don’t dream. It’s odd to say but I don’t, I can lazily daydream, but when I’m fully asleep I must go straight past REM because I can’t remember having a dream for quite a few years.
As far back as my memory goes, the last dream I had was in the mid to late 90s. I wasn’t exactly a fan of the car roadshows my dad would drag me and my brother on, and that dream was of one spontaneously bursting into flames. In retrospect, given the age of the cars there, “spontaneously” may be the wrong word.
My last nightmare goes back even further, and as near as I can recall, which I admit isn’t much, it went something very much like this. Everyone has their demons, some are just a bit more vocal than others.