I had a dream the other day that I was wearing a red and black flannel with my sleeves up. I was in a dark room, but there was a little light from the ceiling. Two people were watching me as I took a small blade and pressed it against my skin, slicing myself. I watched the blood drip down me. I actually felt the pain (I'm a lucid dreamer sometimes).
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If Bats Didn't Use Waves
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