Nightswimming…in fear

There’s something so unfair about waking oneself up from a dream in which the town is about to be massacred by gun-toting mercenaries only to fall back asleep and dream of being at a high school class reunion. Nobody deserves two terrifying dreams.

Plus in the reunion dream, the building we were in had a disembodied female voice that would ask for my birth certificate number every time I walked through a door. Which I don’t have, being an alien and all.

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