Lately the thought and I've been having micro-dreams of myself. It begins, with me exhausted and sometime already beaten on the ground. I try to get back on my feet, but as I stand I'm approached by a person with a baton and it is forcibly swung across my head in a downward motion hitting the top of my right forehead. I am down again as distressed as I am I try to stand up again. That is when I wake.
I don't know what this all means...
-David M.
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