Dreams of my father’s son

I don’t dream. Or, at least, I don’t remember my dreams. But I think I remember a dream I had last night. It was pretty weird.

Okay, so I was in this room, right? I was laying down and it was dark all around me. I could hear my slow breathing and feel my chest gently rising up and down, up and down. And my eyes were closed. This went on for about eight hours. And then, all of a sudden … I woke up.

It was one of those dreams where I didn’t know if it was a dream or reality.

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