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Last night I had a dream I was in a park and there were many dead bodies. Actually, they were manaquins, but they were examples of how to kill people and get away with it. I continued up the road, after seeing some very nice streams, clear as crystal. I went into a lodge, and there were some of my friends from highschool. We chatted for a bit then I left. Long story short, I ended up riding on an elephant that turned into a bear and then into a gorrila who launched himself off a very high cliff into a forest. I woke up. I didn't even get a drink of water. Blasted dreams. I really wonder if there is nothing wrong with me, except I never stopped moving after dying. That would be funny.