I hate dreams sometimes.
I had this dream near the middle of morning where I stabbed one of our cats in the eyes with a pen permanently messing up it's pupils and eye dialation. I remember seeing the cat again feeling really bad because it's eyes were really fucked up. Regardless the cat being alive and I knew it was dead because it's eyes.
. I wolk up thinking to myself thank god that was a dream.
That's like those dreams you're burying someone and you don't know why of if you killed them. You wake up and it takes 1 minute before you realize everything is ok.
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