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Furthering the thoughts, he dreamed of stabbing Jonathan in the neck with it repeatedly, until it was too blunt to penetrate his skin anymore.
Go on. Stand up and scream at the top your lungs. It will be funny. Do it for me. Come on. You never do anything for me. Do this one thing and I promise I’ll leave you alone.
Is it better to know you’re in a dream and know that it won’t last forever, or to think you’re living your life “normally” only to then wake up and discover it had been a dream?
