My eyes were blurry from being in love and my feelings were as furry as Bigfoot. I thought I spotted Her the women of my dreams but the other cryptozoologists thought I was hallucinating. They chided me saying If there is no picture there is no proof.
Dreams have one-way doorsthe door you enter cannot be exited from and the door you exit from cannot be used for reentry. And I just want to sell tickets to an event people will pay to sleep through.