I had a dream about you. We were actors in a horror movie and I was hunting you down with a knife. When I finally cornered you the director yelled "Cut".... What? I can't be blamed for following instructions.

I had a dream about you. You were on a bike going 70 miles an hour, I could see you approaching my car in the mirror. You were trying to say something so, I jumped on the brakes as hard as I could, I guess I forgot I had tied your bike on my bumper.

In England, I'm a horror movie director. In Germany, I'm a filmmaker. In the US, I'm a bum.

I grab a knife and hide, I wanna stop my life and die. But instead i just close my eyes, reach out my arm and cut away all the lies. Tears roll down my cheek, I thought i was strong, but i realise now that i am weak.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.