Up at 2:40 this morning. Was having a fun dream about taking forever to go to dinner at a restaurant that was somehow in the neighbor's house on the street where I grew up, and a guy in a suit of electricity was chasing people down the street for a laugh.
Then the dream turned and it ended with me turning a corner in a very creepy bathroom to find a dead Mexican covered in a dry-cleaning bag swinging from the ceiling of a stall. I woke up in a sweat trying to scream.
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