In a dream, I murdered a beggar who accosted me on the street. I shoved her into a book and stomped on it, then tossed her and it into a sewer grate, heard the plip-plop of shit meeting shit. In another, I clung to a bag of my belongings despite the stewardess's directions, causing some sort of imbalance in the dreamverse so that the plane quaked
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