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In my last good dream i was a teenager back in the old neighborhood. My friends and i had been captured by this sadomasachist monster of a women and we had been put through all sorts of physical and mental abuse (not actually a part of the dream). We had all been brainwashed as well. As we were being trained to become assassins, i suddenly realized i had a loaded gun in my hand. i got up and slowly walked down a corridor towwards the women, raised the gun, and tried to shoot her. But the hammer would not fall. She died anyway, but still appeared alive, so i raised the gun to her face and pulled the trigger again. The hammer fell but again did not fire. She was really dead this time, though. Then i wokd up.
derek
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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