It's a Good Year, for a Murder.

is totally and utterly evil.

You know how we do that dreaming thing, which is totally weird as fuck to begin with (natural, immersive, 360 degree, semi-interactive and trippy as fuck cinema in our heads for hours and hours a night). Well, I did that.
My brain decided that all night while i was asleep i should be having a really good time and be in a relationship with a really awesome (and totally out of my league) girl. This was too unlike my real life so i realised that i was dreaming. Normally, for me, when this happens the dream starts to collapse because i can’t believe in what’s happening (though a rather common side effect for me is developing the ability to fly for the rest of my time asleep). This time however, my brain decided to rape itself.

The girl told me she had realised she was dreaming quite a while ago and was just enjoying the dream because it allowed her to open up to me in a way she always wished she had in real life. She said she didn’t understand it but we must be having some sort of telepathic connection dream thing and, seeing as we both knew we were interested in each other, we should totally give it a go in real life.
Seriously, who’s brain tries to make itself lonely…