Tell you every detail of the dream I had last night, but it just wouldn’t do it any justice. It was beautiful.
This friend from my past and present approached me and said: “I want to apologize for everything before. I don’t know why I acted that way. Everything changed that night.” He presented me with a book. He opened it and pointed to a few sentences near the bottom of the page that he had underlined in red pen. “Read this,” he said. I wish I could remember the line. It was…. ah. Well.
The book was 1984 by George Orwell.