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Georges was in my dream last night, weirdly.
There was a load of us in some house, I think in Holland somewhere, all friends, or something, but then Georges started offing people, some with a knife, some with a gun. Timing and exactness of sentiment was, of course, weird it being a dream and all - but for some reason it took a long time for the fact of what Georges was doing to sink in.
He kept reassuring me that myself and my gf would be ok, but the more people he killed, the less I trusted his promise.
What I found most amusing was the genuine fear I felt, sneaking up the stairs to confront the final confirmation of what he was doing - to see him, in a bedroom, chuckling as some bloodied mass lay on the floor.
Amusingly, he was dressed up like some colourful, dapper golfer.