Last night I dreamt that a disheveled premature baby, with skin like a wet paper bag, crawled out from me and into my bed, flopping grotesquely about. It was unable to breath, because it had only bumps for a face. It struggled and flailed its arms for a second, shaking it's head from side to side violently, and stopped instantly... dead
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