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So last night, I dreamed I was somebody else (somebody I don't even know) and that I was in love with some dude (also no clue who he was. And yes, it was a he. Weird). Only aliens and a war and clones got in the way, and there was some sort of weird space rock locket, and blood samples, and we were both clones on the run from god-knows-what. Something that was absolutely terrifying in the dream.
There was a moment of pure awesome, though: my love and I were apparently on opposite sides of some conflict. We were marching at each other in these milita lines, and somebody taught me how to pick faces out of a crow with a rifle scope. So next, I pick my lover out of a crowd with a sniper rifle that had a bayonet attachment.
Never let it be said that my subconscious doesn't know how to have a good time.
There was a moment of pure awesome, though: my love and I were apparently on opposite sides of some conflict. We were marching at each other in these milita lines, and somebody taught me how to pick faces out of a crow with a rifle scope. So next, I pick my lover out of a crowd with a sniper rifle that had a bayonet attachment.
Never let it be said that my subconscious doesn't know how to have a good time.
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