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I had a dream was Michael Myers. Stabbing people is NOT fun. My first victims were a couple having sex in their living room on a pull-out sofa. Then I attacked a guy who was doing mechanic work on a semi truck parked in his driveway. I crawled under there with him and stuck two knives in his wrist. He got away though, and later used his wounds, still with knives in place, to prove that Michael Myers had come back. For all that I was the antagonist, it was a terrifying dream. I'm pretty sure I felt all my victim's fear as I was attacking them. At some point, I did become the victim, and I knew Michael was coming after me, that I was the last one. Lucky me, I had my trusty dog; some big German Shepherd who attacked Michael.
On test down, two to go. And I still have to call me grandma.
On test down, two to go. And I still have to call me grandma.