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[synthsoc]

Had a strange dream last night about a woman who used to be special forces who quit to set up a convenience store on the corner of a cyberpunk city block. It was pretty cool looking, although one thing was definitely odd: After the dream ended, I started to write it down so I wouldn't forget about it, only to suddenly realize that I was writing

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[katarianna]

You are very odd, brother of mine.

*nods*

[synthsoc]

...And last night I had a dream where I was shooting the people in my company in a paintball arena, but we all had live weapons. There was also a big deal that I was trying to fire a .38 revolver that had some sort of adapter installed for sub-caliber rounds, but I was using .38 rounds, so they'd get stuck in the cylinder. I remember climbing up the side of one of those huge construction trucks, shooting Christen in the head, and then riddling Fraley with bullets from an old Thompson SMG. I felt really bad when I woke up, so much so that I apologized to Fraley for trying to kill himin my dream.

What made me so sad about shooting him, was that he didn't die. With about 20 rounds in him, he was still driving the truck and doing his duty while flipping me off and bleeding all over the place. I was thinking he should get a Medal of Honor for it (since the truck had medical supplies), even though I was on the other side...

am I a bad person, or just odd?