Bad Dream of the Day
Bad Dream of the Day
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oh, and another one I remember very vividly: I lay in bed, my arms grow until I can touch the dresser on the other side of the room. Suddenly my arms snap back as if they were of rubber. I wake up from the recoil.
Ah, who need drugs if you can have dreams...