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I just woke up from a dream, I was in somebody's backyard and there were people from Project Runway or something there, and all these dead bird parts everywhere. Me and some guy gathered up all the parts and put them in a pile. There was some scheming going on or something, I don't remember, and then Russell from Survivor (not the one who almost died) comes over and is all trying to manipulate me. I remember that I made some collage of pictures of him with hearts all over it on one side, and then on the other side I wrote about how ugly and fat and stupid and bald he is. Blah blah blah, I'm trying to hide this collage of him but he knows I have it so I go to the bathroom to get rid of it but he breaks in Jack-Nicholson-in-The-Shining-style and I'm trying to hide from him behind a mattress or something, and right as he's about to get me this squirrel comes out of nowhere and like bites and scratches at him. I'm like, Yay! This squirrel is totally trying to save me! but then it runs away and I wake up. Obvs I watch waaaay too much reality TV.