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That would probably scare the crap out of me too.
I like never have creepy dreams though, I've had to nightmares that I can remember.
In one my brother shot himself in the head, while I watched from a window screaming.
In the other a crazy killer killed my grandma's friend by sticking salad forks into her temples. Then he would write poems and get them published int he paper. All the poems had hidden meaning which said that he would kill me if I told what had happened. Everyone thought the poems were the most beautiful things ever and didn't get why I hated them.
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