Fork Dream

Last night, I dreamt of Manderlay I was jumped by street toughs and wrestled to the ground. I was then lectured (yes, just like in class) on accidents and fate with a forked poked under my left eye. At the end of the lecture, he jammed the fork into my eye and ripped it out. I mean, what the hell? It’s not the worst nightmare I’ve ever had, but still it caught me off guard. Anyway, it got much worse. Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about it.

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