So I had the wierdest dream last night
I was psycho-analysing a mass murderer who was up for parole. He was a really nasty of piece of work....huge and bald and very very intelligent. He was trying to persuade me that he had reformed and was ready for release. I decided that he was not yet ready and he then turned into this horrendous powerful being and started destroying the world. He blasted out this chemical that killed a lot of people and I managed to hide under a sort of netting which filtered out the chemical and a few others joined me but outside we could see women and children all dying in the streets. Was truly horrific.
Why do we sometimes have these types of dreams? Had nothing unusual to eat last night and very little to drink.
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