(I’m going to write this to my literal dreams that I have while I sleep, because those dreams are weird enough to merit a letter.)
Dang. You visit me while I sleep and you’re so freaking weird. I often wake up with nothing more than a lingering feeling. Maybe I’ll be eating lunch and suddenly I’ll remember that, in my dream, I was scared.
I don’t even know if there’s much more to say beyond that, really.
There’s too many tornadoes in my dreams. That needs t chill, it’s freaking me out.
Also train stations.
(The tornado wrecking a train station dreams need to chill also.)