The strangest dream I had recently was actually last night's. Someone was watching me through my house window, calling my name, and I pretended I wasn't there by staying completely still, because I was afraid of them. Eventually, I took up a pair of scissors to protect myself and ran out of the house to go to the neighbor's. But the weird thing is, the scissors gave me some sort of strange virus that made me "violent". When they answered the door, I poked them with the tip of the scissors (not stabbed, so they weren't hurt), then they had the virus too! They took the scissors from me and went running down the street and that was the end of it.

My brother left Du Hast by Rammstein playing all night in the other room, so I wonder if that had something to do with it?

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