so strange after being asleep for an hour or so I wake myself up, so odd I dreamed that I was a duck. Hungry, stripping bits of flesh from a crazy bone, maybe a horse's skull almost cleaned surrounded by tiny ducklings all of us (ducks) are starving frantic I cannot swallow stringy nasty sinuous meat Choking, open billed stretching the ducklings yanking pieces from my throat and waddling away.
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