Gregory Allen Uhan

(December 24,1987 / Warren, Michigan)

Good Night? - Sweet Dreams


Saying good night at 4: 30...
Doesn't make sense...
so early...

Morning... Day...

...Night...

Why not simply encourage sweet dreams.

Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011
Edited: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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  • Jacqui Broad (12/29/2011 8:44:00 AM)

    I thought the sweet dreams follow automatically after saying good night. Anyway Greg, good nights and sweet dreams to you too... (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (12/29/2011 7:06:00 AM)

    Then we can say Good time? huh? Ok hahahaha...well if west is night, then east is day...and vice versa...so night and day is always there at same time..fair.. :) _Unwritten SOul (Report) Reply

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