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I just found the t-shirt I went to bed in last night lying crumpled up at the far end of the living room. This made me remember that I'd had a dream where my shirt was a time bomb, from which I woke up terrified and tore my shirt off and threw it across the room, and then ran to the kitchen to hide until it exploded. After a few seconds my thoughts cleared up a bit and I was like, "wait, that's retarded," so I went back to my room to go back to sleep. But then I had second thoughts and picked the shirt up and took it to the farthest part of the apartment, just to be safe.