dan’s will

But never of you.

In every dream I am twelve years old. I have a mother. I have a father. I can fly and sometimes kill. I don’t drink nearly enough. And sometimes I die.

Death is my favorite part of any dream. It very rarely happens. I wonder if life is the same. It only happens once — must be the best. MUST MUST MUST – i hate words like this. and that.

And shat and hat. In my dreams, I never dream. I don’t know if that makes sense (if it can be communicated) but it is very sad.

P.S. My favorite death was in a dream I had when I was around fifteen years old. Some guy in a garage. A garage attached to my house. I was trying to kill him, but failed. He got an ax and stabbed me in the back ten times. In my spine. It was sharp like a nail drilled into an eye. I have never had this dream again. I think about it more often than anything. As in ten to twelve times a day. Let’s just say any time you are talking to me, this is what may be running through my head. The odds are high.