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What a weird little dream that was. I think I drank too much. Yeah, I know. Awfully hard to believe. In my dream I was all full of rage. Just generally very unhappy. I somehow developed this bizarre ability. Whenever I got really angry, I would, against my will, Geez, I can't even think of words to describe it. I could create these little boxes. With my brain. Only they were real! The smallest ones were about the size of a postage stamp, square. The largest ones I remembered were about the size of a pound of butter. Sometimes there were two of them together. They were nicely wrapped in gold shiny gift wrap, with pretty red bows. They would appear on the floor, about 3 yards from where I was standing. Created by my brain, when I got angry. Oh, and here's the best part. They were SERIOUSLY explosive. They'd blow up a few seconds after they were created. It was scary, because it was really dangerous. I was trying to hard to control my generally rotten temper. Then I had to take a trip on a plane. I don't remember why, or where I was going, but of course, this whole little anger manufactured, explosive, gift-wrapped boxes created a hell of a problem where air travel was concerned. There was actually another guy on the plane who had the same problem, and the two of us were each locked up in our own iron barred cages. The other passangers on the plane barely noticed. Hmm. That's about all I remember.
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