I hate dream stories.
You know what I mean. One of your friends opens with "I had the strangest dream," and you're stuck listening to their adventures in outer space. Or how they got locked in the grocery store naked. Or how they thought they were pregnant with octuplets.
I'm guilty of this myself. I can see the boredom in my friends' eyes before I start providing extensive detail about something that never even happened.
Why do we do this?
So I'm not going to bore you with my really weird dream last night. Instead, I'll just tell you that if dreams are really our alternate universe, I am bad-ass.
And I fly.
And my real name is Vix-Tar.