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I had the weirdest dream this morning, once I finally fell asleep sometime after 5am.

I needed some kind of medicine. Something that was easy to acquire and ingest. However, this medicine needed a catalyst - some sort of shot that had to be pounded into my chest Pulp-Fiction style.

I was so terrified of receiving this shot, because I knew it was painful & the effects would be very strange. I tried talking my way out of getting this shot, but people were going after me with it like I was breaking the law or something.

I don't know how the dream panned out - I probably woke up to pee for the 2,347,862,345,987th time before it was over with.