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Dreams of Drains
I succeeded against the sludge monster. It took typically unplumberly tools of mass destruction, including aggressive application of an axe and a fireplace poker, but I came, I saw, I conquered. There were also hummingbirds and froggies. And
quetz was John Goodman. It was quite odd, although completely natural at the time. Now to return to sleep...perchance NOT to dream...
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i woke up from the middle of a mystery dream, and I'll never know if he figures out who the right guy is, and saves himself...
... and I'm not entirely sure who *he* is, anyway... it was a little surreal :-)
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