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alasanonI woke up from a dream this morning, which is not unusual.
It was the tale of a shotgun wedding and a mysterious murder, twined in with a strange aunt with terrible flashbacks who lived in a half-submerged houseboat with an extremely neurotic cat and a large number of empty guns. Her refrigerator was full of tupperware containers of pink lemonade. I was a young boy.
I had another dream last night, but that one was terrible, rather than merely strange. My parents had been stealing children, and I turned them in, and some friends of mine mocked me for the rising scandal. I woke myself from that one, as I often seem to do automatically with dreams that I find unpleasant.
Now I am awake.
It was the tale of a shotgun wedding and a mysterious murder, twined in with a strange aunt with terrible flashbacks who lived in a half-submerged houseboat with an extremely neurotic cat and a large number of empty guns. Her refrigerator was full of tupperware containers of pink lemonade. I was a young boy.
I had another dream last night, but that one was terrible, rather than merely strange. My parents had been stealing children, and I turned them in, and some friends of mine mocked me for the rising scandal. I woke myself from that one, as I often seem to do automatically with dreams that I find unpleasant.
Now I am awake.
