Wow...this is...possibly the most amazing thing ever. This should be like, Peter Jackson's next movie or something. We should write our dreams down!
I'd say show it to dad, but then he'd be all "Where did you get this?" and saying magical dreams might not work out so well.
Thanks man, appreciate it. Uh, it is weird. Because dream me walks on all fours and y'know, wings, tail, forked tongue. Scales. Eats raw meat. I seem to just be wolfing down food and sleeping a lot.
I dunno what to tell you. I guess it's like talking to a baby in the womb. Only the baby's capable of full conversation right after birth.
Right? I woke up and for half a second felt...weird in my own skin. Like I was missing parts.