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I had a really bizarre dream last night. It was like I was in First-Person-Shooter, and I knew it was a First-Person-Shooter, but there were no weapons. So most of the time I was either running, hiding, and/or blending in as best I could. It started off in a spooky house, shifted into a dystopian world where the masses were oppressed by aliens, then into a spooky suburbia, where I finally was able to pick up a weapon. It was a butter knife. Finally I wound up back in the spooky house, and in a bizarre twist it was my house (except not my *real* house), and I had an actual fight of sorts against a weird goblin/pixie/bat type thing. Somehow I now had a much better weapon - a pair of scissors. I won against the goblin/pixie/bat thing, by stabbing it while it tried to hide in a bucket of rank water.
The dream sort of devolved from there.
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