Feeling: weird
Listening to: You're Pretty - Lullaby
Reading/Watching: Gilmore Girls, s. 4

Last night I had a dream that I was in a duel to the death.

I had a sword in my hand, and I was a character from a book series I like, but my opponent was a stranger with a three-bladed contraption, coming at me wildly.

I danced out of his reach, avoiding him each time, and knew I would have to kill him in order to survive. But each time I got close to him, I couldn't bear to do it, and so I made small, shallow cuts. Little slices. Small injuries, because I didn't have the nerve to go for the kill, and I was surprised at how sharp my blade was: he bled like it was a Monty Python skit.

I woke up when he fell to the ground, dead from a million papercuts. At first it was almost funny, and then I thought, "Hey, that's how I lose friends, one tiny cut at a time, ha ha."

And then a part of my brain whispered, "Yeah. Ha ha."

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