I never threw away the notebook that started it all and as much as I wanted to toss old screenplays and unfinished manuscripts, I put them in a box. A decade later everything I saw in dreams and visions-in the forms of stories, tv shows, and novels-are strangely piecing themselves together.
It feels like I’m going crazy as revelations hit me. Luckily I have my family to ground me.
Memories are coming back, but not of my own. All I can do is create otherwise they will forever be upset with me. These strange aliens.
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