This is for the basic task, excerpt from my Dream Journal

"Christmas...can you tell me something, something about myself"

"Like?"

"Something I dunno, something about myself I don't know."

She closed her eyes

"Your a great person, and a great friend. You bring this warmth, this comfort, and thats why you hurt people when you stop talking to them. Because that warmths no longer there. That comfort is not there."