Sigmund Freud said you could tell a lot about a person from their dreams. So, let's check your psychoanalysis skills.
       Years ago I dreamed I met the love of my life. His name was Dave. Dave was caring, kind, and, although timid of public affection, loved harder than anyone I had ever met. Years passed and after many happy memories together I was determined to take our relationship to the next level. Dave, however, was oddly hesitant.
       I decided to confront him one day on the balcony of my apartment which laid several stories above the cement walkway below. His face twisted with lines far older than his age. Through tears, he confessed to having a wife and child. My shock was as indescribable as his guilt. Somehow, I knew what was about to happen but I was too slow to stop him. Dave slipped my grasp as he threw himself over the ballister.
       My tears hit the floor before my steps could break into a run. The stairs seemed to multiply as I skipped over them in twos and threes. I yelled out for help, for him, for anyone. But I was alone. By the time I reached the bottom, his body was already haloed with blood. Tears blinded his face to me as I shouted "why"  to an empty parking as many times as the day would allow it. . .

But when I'm awake, I'm a writer! Hit me up (like Dave hit the ground).

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