You(yes you) always find your way into my dreams.
Somehow, I feel that you know exactly who I am.
But you just don’t know it.
So I had a dream that someone invented books that get you drunk as you read them and everyone was “literally drunk”
[in the doctor’s office]
“it’s my expert opinion we need to remove all your bones”
"what?! wait, you’re not my doctor"
*a bunch of dogs fall out of the lab coat and run away*