People crave for what they do not have. I do not have dreams. Instead I have had an ongoing thirst for dreams since the night I stopped dreaming. First it was a regular interest in what others dreamt of. When others would tell stories of what they dreamt last night, mysterious or hilarious alike, I would keep my ears plugged to the tip of their tongues enjoying the fantasies licking them to the core.
Come to think of it, I do dream. I daydream.
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