Last night I dreamt I had a boyfriend who came to me high as a fucking coyote (on acid) and I knew he'd commit suicide later on.
This was the kind of dream were facts of the future was just as firm as the past is in reality so there was nothing I could do about him killing himself, only spend time with him, and it felt bloody weird. We took a plane to London to visit Elton John and got drunk in a bar.
To top it off I had to keep track of his son who he also brought with him.
He, on his side, was taking his first uncertain steps in life.
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