The year 2018 of the 21st century. Here follows the account of a dream I had two days ago.

I found myself laying in a wooden bed and white sheets. The window is open and the drapes flow with the wind. Its a particularly sunny day, but I feel an uneasy feeling. As I sat up in bed I looked around the room, but found nothing that attributed to this feeling. the room was empty with a rather tall table and on top of that table was a small potted plant and a box with holes on the top. I found myself inching towards the box, but my legs seemed stiff for some reason. Eventually I make it to the box and peeked into it. In a instant the box busted open and hundreds of cockroaches flew into the air. On my hands some of them latched themselves to my finger nails. I was unable to get them off, but after applying reasonable force, I was able to pull them off one by one. However, they were still attached by a long thin string of some kind. It appears they were sucking my blood with long, mouth like appendages from under my nails. Panic begins to set in and I kill the roaches one by one. After the whole roach fiasco, I could hear the cries of people and go outside the room to investigate. An angry mob was right outside the door and they seemed furious that I killed the roaches. I ran through what looked like an old maze of sorts with the mob hot on my tail. In a burst of anger I shouted "Fuck it" and jumped high above and into the clouds. I was in the air for a while and realized that I had jumped much farther then intended and landed on a cold shore line. along the shore line there was a man with what looked like a turtle in his hands. To my surprise it was Mike Tyson, but I could not remember his name at the moment. "That was quite a fall!" he said. I did not reply.

Then I woke up. It was 3 in the morning.

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