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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Dream Diary 12: Funeral

One of my friends, let's call them Patchy, died.

They brained themselves with a meat cleaver.

I replaced them at the glasses shop where they work.

When I woke up I felt compelled to write a lament for them, before realising they weren't actually dead.


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