I dreamt I died last night. Not the first time, likely not the last.
As with most of these dreams, it was not a peaceful, bedridden death of age or disease.
No, no. It was leading a futile battle charge, very much like something out of 300, only, I was American, not Greek, and my opponents were Chinese, not Persian.
Why Chinese? Dunno. I've got
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