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October 27, 2012
Guns, guns, guns. I've dreamed about guns last night and the night before last. I am pretty sure I know why I'm dreaming about guns, but I really wish I didn't. Some guy had a gun in his hand and he was running after me. He was shooting and I was dodging the bullets somehow. Then I tried to hide behind a white truck, but he found me and pointed the gun in my face. Luckily, I woke up before he blew my head off, but those dreams can still be disorienting. I wonder if I was in a warzone.