Sometimes I dream that I’m the narrator in a film noir genre movie. Throughout my dream, I let myself know what’s happening. It sounds quite fucked up but it’s generally quite fun. I generally don’t remember much from my dreams, but this morning I had this gem stuck in my head:
His name was Luis Rio and bergerie libre, the ancient and traditional sport of Mexican sheep wrestling, was his passion. It broke his heart when an unfortunate incident made him leave in disgrace, but these things will happen when you spend your days rubbing yourself against livestock.
