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I had this really strange dream last night. I dreamt I was rating this guy who turned out to be a murderer. He had killed two people and a bunch of dogs, and I had found out. He came home and knew I knew. He pulled out this pistol from nowhere, but before he could use it I had tackled him and grabbed the gun. I didn't shoot him though. I just kept bludgeoning him with it and asking him if he killed these people and smacked him when he said something. Eventually i got off him, and he started screaming when I did, and then I realized what I had done. He didn't really have a face anymore. It was just pulverized meat. And I felt this immense wave of guilt wash over me, because i still liked this guy. I leaned over him and told him I was sorry, and then I woke up.
For some reason I kind of want to expand this idea into a story.
For some reason I kind of want to expand this idea into a story.