Dream about clicking the green flag, but wake up with a stop sign-shaped fever. The mumble at the end is quiet and incoherent, so here's what it says: It’s like… I’m there, but I’m not really there, y’know? I don’t really perceive things the way they’re supposed to be, uh...yeah. I start to reminisce a little, but not enough to hurt. Not noticeably, anyway. God, I’m so restless. Maybe a cold ice water at 3 AM will do the trick No...no, there’s a monster out there… What was I thinking? Never mind. Wouldn’t it be cool to dream again? Not like dreaming, though, like...dreaming. I could be whatever I want. Damn I wish I was a butterfly. Then I could fly around, pollinate the flowers and...wake up. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP. Finally. Good morning, sleepyhead. Feeling any better?
Who's that in the thumbnail? And why is he so good looking??
