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Bizarre

This is a bizarre and short little dream; if you find a meaning in it, it's more than I got out of it...

I sat beneath a withered tree in a dry and barren landscape composed of dull sepia tones. It was a still, dead land in which no wind stirred the brown leaves limply hanging from my tree. Dry soil, like dust, and ashes on the wind. I was eating, eating something hard and splintery. When I looked down, I discovered I was eating tiny, but otherwise perfect human skulls. And the horror of what I was doing did not strike me for a long while.

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