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Sounds like what happens to me after watching too many action movies before sleeping. I used to look further into things, but I've moved away from the school of thought that our dreams mean anything. My dreams are kind of like what you'd get if you printed out a storyboard of my day on fruit roll-ups, crumpled them into a ball, and told a bunch of kids they could eat them if they straightened everything out first (the kids mash them up more and eat them before they finish anyway.)
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