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Now by bizarre, I don't mean the kind of funny, sort of HA HA dreams that you tell at parties and make into movies. No sir. I have the weird, disturbing sort of dreams that you ponder late at night along with the ontological necessity of man's existential dilemma and scrapple and stuff. I mean, how the hell do people eat that stuff? Do they know what's in it? But I digress. Where was I? Oh right. My dreams are weird. Take the other day for example, there I am, just minded my own unconscious business, when I start having another psycho dream. I'm in bed, in my dream, and I wake up, also in my dream not for real. And what I see when I wake up, is my girlfriend. Seems pretty normal right. Wrong. The weird part is, SHE"S HOLDING MY FRICKIN' HEAD IN HER HAND. Like gripping my severed head by the hair and holding it up for me to see, which I can because somehow I also still have a head. And then I just look at her, like we're in a mentos commercial or something. Like I'm thinking "Oh, that Amy, she's a trickster." Do you find that to be just a bit strange? Hmmmm? Well I do. I mean don't get me wrong, I don't obsess about it or doubt my sanity or anything, I just think it's pretty frickin' weird.
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