Last night I had a horrific dream where I was responsible for killing my dog, Daisy, who was for some reason in the shape of a stuffed bassett hound. I didn't want to admit to anyone that I killed Daisy, so I went into exile on a large ship. I awoke from this dream at around quarter to two and, even though I was quite ready to return to sleep, it
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