BNHA/BSD crossover Dream is like a book. Pages fly past me as I sleep. Sometimes my life is depicted, sometimes a story. Sleep is like death. I do not know when it started nor when I woke up. Yet I love it so. Dazai Osamu, a feared man. Dazai Osamu, a bored man. Please, all criticism is welcome, this is my first story so I hope you like it