My dreams were often very strange. One time, I guess I was awake, I saw him. Well, it was good, how else could it be? She wanted to talk to me, she was even talking, but I may be making up all this. They say so.
I didn’t tell them I saw them because they’re giving me something unpleasant when they understand it. In fact, I can see him at very limited intervals. Sometimes I want it so much, I sleep eagerly to at least see it in my dream, but it doesn’t work.
I don’t see a dream any more. I don’t understand why they didn’t want me to see him. I think this has to do with this impressive cliff. I just thought you’d like it and I invited him to the abyss. We’re fine. We watched below and had a good idea; Discover the mystery of the cliff! We skip. What a beautiful jump, did not end our journey. Actually, it’s not over, we just changed places. That’s what they don’t understand, all they want to do is talk to her again.
They’re keeping us and I both separate. It’s a bullshit. Anyway, if they want to, I won’t see him again. What happens is that sometimes my stomach hurts. I’d be surprised if it hurt. This is a nice place, and if they get a door, they’re gonna be great. But I don’t believe they will. They’re wiser than they look.
