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last night, i dreamt that Steve Buscemi and I were feeding people to a bear that we had trapped in cave near a mountain resort. We fed many people to the bear. then, because we fed Georges Bataille to the bear, i was afraid that someone would come and discover that we'd been feeding people to the bear, and i didn't want my parents to know what i'd been doing because they would feel like failures as parents and human beings. So I fed Steve Buscemi to the bear. Then police came to investigate and i dismembered two police detectives and fed their limbs to the bear one at a time while i forced them to watch. then i left the wilderness and the last thing i remember before i woke up was playing bingo in a large hall with a number of old people. they were free masons or members of the Lyon's club or the Eagles society or something like that. We ate pecan pie with ice cream and i never one, but i didn't worry anymore that they'd find out about the bear.