Private
All right. So. We don't know one another, not really, but apparently you've had dreams and I've seen you about on the network and I've had a slew of disturbing dreams in which I believe you were in them and things happened, that I'm not comfortable talking about, as I don't know you here, but there, and now I sound as utterly bat shite insane as that crazy hair bastard from Ancient Aliens whom we all know is utterly bat shite insane and his hair is a separate lifeform living like a parasite on the top of his head but having a consciousness of it's own.
That was quite possibly the longest run-on sentence in the history of run on sentences. My teachers were never fond of me as it was.
If you don't recall anything, then simply tell me to sod off and we'll both go on our merry bloody ways and pretend this didn't ever happen. I've merely been avoiding anything potentially awkward as the entire situation is...potentially awkward.
I could say other things but that's not very fucking polite upon a first message. Is it?