Okay, it's only morning but holy shit.
I had THE CREEPIEST fucking dream last night. So I don't even know how to explain it. But basically I was at a place with a group of people. And we all were okay with the place, it was a normal and safe place.
Our instructor lady had called in a person or whatever. He stood there talking when suddenly he fell through the floor. We were all confused. Then we saw a television screen, and there he was. The colors we could see on the TV were only black and red. In a weird room. He was tied down, and all we could see is him thrashing to get out. His arms and legs were cut off.
Companied by this, his terrifying scream. His scream of pain.
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Like, holy shit, I dreamt of pure torture. And I learned earlier today that dreams are like a mirror to your inner self. It's a reflection of your emotions, situations, and ideas.
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?!
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I'm glad it was a dream I all I have to say.
Keep Smiling.
-Sharpie.
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