When I was younger, I kept having a dream that there was a bomb in the house about to go off, and a child-fence was preventing me from escape. No matter how I tried, I could never clear it. Child-fence, you know, those things parents put in their halls to contain youngsters.
Also, I'm walking around looking for a Target (don't ask), but it feels like my eyes are gouged out and I can never find it.
In another, I'm in a ghetto McDonald's restroom and this white-trash Eminem wannabe stabs me right in the jugular! Ouch.
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