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I don't remember what I dreamt last night, but the night before I had a very strange dream:
I was working for the company that I worked at before this one (which I hated). I was thinking to myself that the only way I was going to get out of there was to act crazy. The next day (in my dream) I went in to work with a hatchet and started swinging it around, not hitting anyone just walls. They called the police and I took off out a back door. I was running through woods and the police caught me. I was being processed at a mental facility with a singer (who shall remain nameless) there acting as my protector or guardian angel or something. Then my alarm woke me up.
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