I dreamt about a hot Australian criminologist.

I believed I woke up so I began remembering every thing about the dream, writing it down in a notebook for a possible story. only to realize I was still sleeping!
How did I know I was still dreaming?

  1.  I had to pee!
  2. there wasnt a notepad in my hand

I am so upset!
The criminologist was so hot. The way he said “here”
It would have been a great story! I thought I wrote the whole dream down! Only it had been a dream within a dream!
Thank you inception!

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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