The crime serials are taking a toll on my dreams. Yesterday I dreamt that I was involved in a chase, good and the bad parties not being clear. A guy was running and there were men behind him, some shooting at him and some wielding knives. And I was running alongside this guy as if I was compelled to run, like a chronicler of the episode. And I remember being surprised that I was so nonchalant about it, considering the potential harm to myself. Anyway, all the bullets missed, thankfully.After some time the guy gave a slip to all of us and I was glad to stand and catch my breath...
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