I was in the kitchen, and I got a phone call from an old friend named <PERSON>. She told me that she was having a party tonight and that I was welcome to come. I said that I would, but remem…
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Ignored markers - new territory. My cousin... helped me ... in a school setting? But all worked out because I accomplished the goal and was able to plug into society properly. I was in the upper crust of society. Well off, very. It was a carry over from a previous phase in the dream, so I guess this is a fragment. I had duties to perform. There was a car that my father helped me with. I could not figure it out on my own, but he did not have enough time himself. The battery was full of acid though, you can tell because the liquid was low and the red indicator was exposed. When they get like this they could explode, my father said. I took the acid bomb out of my vehicle and placed it on the floor of the back seat. It was uncomfortable. ...skip...? I needed something further, and my father obliged. He was a gorilla, and he sacrificed his large, majestic form for my needs: parts of his skull and his forearms were given to me. The procedure was done instantly, and I was whole, the mirror revealed. Father could not close his face. He stood there looking as if he was waiting to die, or perhaps I hoped he would die for the cruelty my need imposed on him. His large gorilla hands were crudely shoved into the ends of his arms, and he stood there unable to close his face, looking at me. The horror he suffered. The sacrifice he made. <PERSON>... he is no longer a gorilla, but well dressed. The head trauma is no longer there, he is able to speak, but his human hands are still crudely pushed into the ends of his shortened human arms. They are covered by his nice pullover sweater, but when he extends his arms to hug me his hands spin downwards. We agree to go somewhere but something is not right. I understand his body language to reveal his dark intention, and I parallel his foot movements, aware of a computer controlled sniper rifle behind me, watching me, awating his whispered command. He will not dare fire it as long as I am behind him. When we get out of range I let him know that I was aware as I stand up next to him. Awaken - the horror on his face from the previous surgery still fresh in my mind.
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I was in the kitchen, and I got a phone call from an old friend named <PERSON>. She told me that she was having a party tonight and that I was welcome to come. I said that I would, but remem…
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