I have this recurring dream where I’m reading this book. I am so captivated by its words and its story. I am suddenly struck with this realisation that I’m dreaming and think that if Im dreaming I must be the writer of this book. But then the words stop appearing on the page and I can’t recall anything I’ve read so far, so I page back, but everything has become blurred. I try straining my eyes, and all I can make out is nonsensical gibberish.
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