This dream I once had: I remember being stabbed repeatedly in my sleep through the back – I awoke to thirty seconds of numbness and being unable to scream. As soon as I could, I ran straight to the lounge and went off on a Courage the Cowardly Dog rant.
My arm? I need that for playing Poker and polishing me old boots. Wel’ard.
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My arm? No. The wall? Yes, many times.
This dream I once had: I remember being stabbed repeatedly in my sleep through the back – I awoke to thirty seconds of numbness and being unable to scream. As soon as I could, I ran straight to the lounge and went off on a Courage the Cowardly Dog rant.
My arm? I need that for playing Poker and polishing me old boots. Wel’ard.