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Had the strangest dream last night. I was in some war, and I was the man, 'cause I always fought with a hatchet. Finally, the bad guys killed me and cut off my hands, and then buried me. However, I was somehow still alive, and tried to plot my revenge. Some explosions happened, and all of a sudden I was above ground, right in some room full of sleeping enemy soldiers. I tip-toed past them and hit the street. Here, I morphed back into my normal self, and was holding a shovel. I went around my street, shoveling all my neighbors driveways. When I got home, Justin Mitnik was in my kitchen talking with my parents. Then I woke up.