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I dreamed that the guy from Woodhands gave me a hug after the show. No, wait... that actually happened. Did it? What the hell happened last night?
I also dreamed there was blood gushing down the right side of my face like a waterfall. That never happened. I'm pretty sure.
It's starting to come to me in snippets, in fragments.
Three men have made a decision. They are starting to work together, serious and determined.
A woman is screaming at them. "What are you doing."
One of the men says, "We're going to die. So we might as well do it with as much style as possible."