 So today is World Storytelling Day and I wanted to share with you a story that has a weirdly important place in my brain. I have no idea why the story means so much to me but I'm going to tell it to you and then you tell me what you think of it. So the story is from a series called The Sandman by Neil Gaiman and he says that if you were to wake up very early one morning much earlier than you're used to waking up and if you were to step out onto the road you might come across a very old man sweeping away the leaves from the road with an old old broom. Now it's not the sort of man you would normally pay any attention to he'd be wearing old faded torn clothes his shoes would be broken and torn his hair would all be a mess but who is he? This he says is the dream sweeper. He comes every morning to sweep away your dreams and he says if you meet him be very nice to him because the day that he doesn't come your dreams will start to pile up much like that pile of dead leaves that he's sweeping away they will start to pile up and rot and decay till finally they bury you alive under their own decayed rotten weight.