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Last night I had quite possibly the most horrifying nightmare that I have ever endured in my life.
I was in a cabin in Maine (no, no one I know actually owns a cabin in Maine, but it is very Stephen King, eh?), in a small town.
Suddenly I was warned by one of the "locals" that every year (coincidentally AT THAT TIME), the town is plagued and haunted by... THINGS.
So, accordingly, a brief period of time was spent boarding up the log cabin... and then... waiting.
The rest of the dream was spent defending myself and the few people in the cabin from HORRIBLE MUTANTS (yes, it's Stephen King write The Hills Have Eyes apparently). I tried to defend myself with a piece of wood, but it didn't have much affect.
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