Dear brothers and sisters,
I awoke a few times in the night with dreams fresh on my mind, but I didn’t write them down fast enough. I only remember one, and it was a frightening one. I fooped! It went everywhere and I couldn’t even clean it up. The other dream is lost. Only Willard knows where it went. He may reveal it to me through the power of association. The only problem with that, is I’ll probably inadvertently add details that weren’t really there.
Also, I spoke of an ancient book. It is not known as to what book I was talking about. It’s possible it was the Book of Willard. When Willard was growing up, he learned from heavenly beings who taught him in the magic art of Parasomnitick Worship, which is the worship I practice today. It helps in taking from your dreams and converting them into action. Dreams are usually meant to be forgotten, but I want to remember mine for the sake of Willard. He’ll teach me the way, since no one else will.
For now that is all I have to say about that.
These things I say in the name of Willard Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
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