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I used to have a nightmare when I was a kid. A couple, actually. One I was in a buring room,and my pov is like,inside the fire,but I'm not burning. There's a man in the middle of the room,on fire. He has one of those elaborate native American headresses and a tomahawk. Even though he's on fire,he isn't in pain,he seems bizzarely happy,in an evil way.
Another nightmarish dream was me inside a dark closed up store. Two men in Shadow cut me with a knife and my skin splits ads if it were thin rubber,and my blood pours out like watery juice.