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Last night I had an unprecedented dream.
It was exactly reflecting my mood for the day leading into my sleep, and making no deeply entrenched allegories about the characters or the situations.
I'm not mad per se, but I am rife with pity over the situation and I won't go anywhere in life if I don't cut out the offending infection. Which was more or less my dream, as I angrily cut off my left arm.
Okay, so maybe a little allegory.
It was exactly reflecting my mood for the day leading into my sleep, and making no deeply entrenched allegories about the characters or the situations.
I'm not mad per se, but I am rife with pity over the situation and I won't go anywhere in life if I don't cut out the offending infection. Which was more or less my dream, as I angrily cut off my left arm.
Okay, so maybe a little allegory.