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When I was younger I had a reoccurring dream that a giant was carrying me by the scruff of my neck, while walking down a long dark hallway. Every once and a while the giant would stop and show me some fucked up, terrifying shit in separate rooms along the hall, like a man being torn apart.
When I would franticly protest to the giant and cry, he would turn me to face him and say, in an extremely sympathetic and friendly voice, "I'm only trying to scare you." like a child who had just been told that his good intentions were wrong. Then we would continue down the hall.

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