What is this?
My name is Earl and this is my attempt at a dream journal to keep track of the ridiculous things I think up in my sleep. My brain’s short circuits back in electric form.
The write ups are fragmented, distorted, cut short and completely lacking in logic and sense. Hey, that’s how dreams are. You’ll often see me refer to people by their first names. Most often, these are real life friends. In closing, these stories have not been embellished, because they need no embellishment.