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<PERSON> (my boyfriend, and he is very sweet irl, he is just been terrible to me in recent dreams I have had) was going on and on about something physical regarding me, i do not remember if it was my weight or whatever, but something like that. so, i asked him what he wanted me to do about it that i was not already doing, and he gave me the business card of this dude. I went to the address on the card, which I no longer remember, the building was on a dark, kind of vegas-y looking street, but just old buildings with neon lights on them, y'know? this guy opened the door, and he was tall, he was in the ideal male build kind of, he had very european facial features, but his skin tone was that of someone from south or middle america. bright green eyes, chiseled jawline, 5 of the clock shadow, full but not overly big lips that were stitched shut. He was wearing a gray tophat, vest, and dress pants, a white dress shirt underneath, and some very nice looking black dress shoes. he tied me to a surgical table, and look, behind the table, there was like a mechanical arm from the ceiling, and on it was like, you know those exercise wheel things? the ones that have the little handles on them and you roll them back and forth for your abs? well, replace the wheel with a massive saw and that is what this very attractive guy used to slice me to pieces while <PERSON> sat in the corner laughing, almost cackling really.