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Every night I have a dream. It's not a normal dream. It's not the monster under my bed or in my closet. No it's a dream that's always different but the same. You always fall asleep. It's something you can't escape. And you can't escape the dream. Closed or open eyes, it's always there, always to be seen. Never to be forgotten. What's the dream about may you wonder? Why it's as simple as laying in a field of flowers playing hide and seek. Only your bloody and dead.
And when you awake, your bleeding almost dead. How many more dreams until you don't awake at all?
And how many people will fall into the slumber trap and never wake up for the killer to realize,
That killing is only half the fun....
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