There is a reason that I am glad that I don't dream often, or that I rarely remember them when I do. Over this past week I had a dream wherein I was forced to slit a cats throat. I do not remember why I had to do it, or for what reason, but I do remember that it was against my will and it was something I had to do. Besides this fact the only other thing I can recall is that I could only sit there in tears, cuddling the cat in my arms as it slowly bleed to death. After this I woke quickly to find myself with tears in my eyes, before quickly falling back to sleep.
My dreams suck.
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