Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily

Last night I had a dream that I was in a diner with friends and we were at the table closest to the front door. An old guy came in and started being a dick to the hostess so I shot him in the chest. He was really old. I spent the rest of the dream running and hiding from cops. I cleverly hid in an old armoire in an antique store. While hiding in there, I had time to reflect by myself and realized the severity of my actions. I turned myself in. The weird part is that the cops were old friends of mine.
Moral of the story: Don’t shoot old guys in the chest in real life because it could effect the quality of sleep that you get.

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