Sometimes, I suddenly wake up in the morning, grab the yellow pad beside my bed and start writing about the dream I just had. Usually, I would go back to sleep and when I wake up, I will find the once-brilliant idea so ridiculous.
This was one of them:
I was on a boat. Then she appeared. I remembered my daughter and everything was suddenly clear. The prophecy. The things she said again and again. And I reached into a horrible conclusion. We're all gonna die.
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