Dream in which homeless men, bartenders and their accomplices lurk everywhere trying to, I assume, KILL ME. I slice glass to make shards and yank branches from trees to use as weapons. Upon waking and relating the dream, instead I said, "they were trying to kill me and I had to bonk them over the head with a shallot." I meant mallet.


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