I had a dream, and I killed him in the dream. He was avoiding me in every dream, and I was looking for him every time, and if I didn't kill him, I wouldn't be able to wake up.
Every time I held up the fluoroscopy, the look he looked at me was fear pleading with hatred.
But one time I didn't kill him. I relented and I was tired. Finally, we did a lot of things in my dream. When I looked at him happily, he actually raised his knife and killed me...
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