Dear Mr. Sandman, please bestow upon me a good dream tonight. Because I loathed the one I had for my nap, you know, the one where I punched a little girl.
In all fairness, did you expect otherwise? A dream that begins where I lost my credit card and a strange little girl starts to annoy me, I feel that it's completely justified (in dreamland laws) that I hurled a punch out of frustration.
In retrospect, it's kinda stupid waking up from a relaxing nap hurling a punch that landed on my laptop. Yeah, my laptop! Ouch!
So, here's the deal. I've never had such violent dreams such as this and it worries me for fears that I might turn into the Hulk with uncontrollable rage. Imma take things slow at work and YOU provide me with sweet dreams - at least 6 times a week, starting TONIGHT.
A pretty sweet deal, eh? Done!
Here's to a good night and sweet dreams.
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