This happened way too many times.
In my dreams I see myself with just someone else, alone in a quiet place where it's peaceful forever, and there's instruments there and we play every night.

But that's just a dream.
That never exists, does it?

If all of my dreams was real and weren’t interrupted, I got laid 50 times

I'd get chased by Mark Zuckerberg riding a d**do but that's cool too i guess

😔

so true