I used to have these crazy dreams, where I would feel like I have to go to the washroom in the middle of the night. I'd get up and go to turn on a light but the light wouldn't turn on, I'd open the fridge and now light, I'd never think to look outside to see if the power was out. But I figured it was, I'd go to the washroom, and while I couldn't see it in the dark, I always felt like something was moving behind me.
I'd end up going back to bed, and I always remember looking up at the ceiling and seeing spikes just before I was shot out of my bed into the ceiling and I'd always wake up just before I slammed into the spikes.
Then there was another one where I was with two beautiful girls and they started cutting into me and pulling out my organs and showing them to me, then they leaned in and started cutting into my face.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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