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8theGreat said:
When I was 3, I had a reoccurring nightmare about taking a tour in an old fashioned prison, the kind of prison that u usually think of with the bars and the cramped together spaces and the chains and such. But I was distracted door a certain cell, it seemed to call for me, and I stopped in front of it as the rest of the tour group went ahead. And slowly, the background faded into a swirling abyss of black and red, similar to the cover of Evanescence's origin album, until the only things left were me, the bars of the cell, and the things in that cell. No walls, no other people, nothing. But suddenly, an apparition appeared on the other side of the bars, holding a tin cup. He pointed to the left side of my chest and beckoned to it, and I shook my head. He repeated the motion and I, again, shook my head. He made the gesture again, but this time, my hart-, hart and my soul flew from my chest and into his hand. He placed my hart-, hart and soul into this cup, took a slip, and disappeared. I collapsed onto the floor in that place and bled to a degree that would have led to death in reality, but I didn't die. I couldn't die. I laid there for the rest of eternity, unable to verplaats until I woke up. That isn't really the worst as I have nightmares all the time, but it's certainly the most memorable and inspirational I've had.
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