Dreams are the psyches way of taking a good dump every now and then. And that people who dream - or dont dream in a way they can often remember when they wake up - are mentally constipated in some way.

Real kings and queens are people whose heads are crowned with dreams as they sit on the throne of passion. They rule with visions in the regalia of inspirations

I had a dream about you. I was a consumer and you were a consumed. My grocery list had 10 items on it. Items 1-9 were cat food and the 10th item was condoms. But not for sexthey were to store my leftovers as Tupperware had been decreed illegal by the king.

A Writer is Actor Creator Director Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello and my word was goodbye. You made me happy and I made you sad. Or so I thought. Turns out you rather liked me telling you goodbye. You just wished I didnt keep saying it. You thought one time was good enough and that after that I should never speak to you again.

I had a dream about you. We were in a field picking dandelions for the king when a strong breeze came. I threw myself in front of you to block the wind because the king was balding and if even one dandelion floret fell out wed lose our heads. Well youd lose your head. I was just a walking torso so I had nothing to lose but your love.