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Dream last night was one of the weirdest I've had in a while.
Was at a camp or community and my job was to print some stuff on a printer. Then a lady comes in and hands me a bunch of stuff to print. Turns out I was printing in double on the sheets, so everything was trashed. Turns out actually that I was set-up by a group of guys and they made the printer malfunction.
I joined this group of guys and we ended up taking pictures of a bunch of stuff. At the end of the day, there was a ceremony and the leader of the "community" was a japanese man with a katana. One of the guys in the group stabbed the old japanese guy and I took the katana to give it as a gift to one of the other guy in the group.
How is my brain capable of imagining all that stuff? I'm not so sure lol. Always fun to remember the dreams you had when you wake up.
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