My mind is too full, so I need to get some of the words out of it, therefore I am sitting and typing while pulling down mental filters . . . do not expect this to make much sense . . .
Do you know where dreams are born? I do. But you have to keep it a secret. Because my sister doesn't like me to get out of bed. She worries, but I don't hurt when I visit. Do you know how to get there? Well first you have to learn how to swim to it. Water? No silly, through the air, who would swim in water?
I feel a bit better now. . .