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Last night I dreamt that I was shot and stabbed by two different assailants in a single night. I was on some boardwalk when a dude attempted some sort of michief which I found myself involved in, and he shot me in the left shoulder. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. As I was walking to some sort of clinic/hospital I found myself in the middle of some other altercation which led to my being stabbed in the quadracep. At this point I'm pretty much annoyed as hell about my bum luck. So, anyway, I hot-foot-it to the hospital and even though I'm bleeding profusely and somewhat dizzy with blood loss, I am told to wait for a doctor in the waiting room. I remember thinking "Even in my dreams this country's healthcare system sucks." (Editor: Deadpanwalking often experiences periods of lucidity in his dreams.) I also remember laying on some sort of gurney and telling the attandant to keep the bullet so I could put it on a necklace in order to later make lots of bad jokes comparing myself to 50 Cent.