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2005-02-05 - 3:57 p.m. Last night I dreamt I was a serial killer. How f@cked up is that? Somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized that it was a dream and then the dream changed and I was merely dating a serial killer - and somehow my subconscious decided that this was better I guess. Around 3 am someone named A. Lopez called my house. I was sorely tempted to call back at 5 am when I was still awake but I was too lazy to get up and get the phone. Then I fell back asleep and dreamed about work. This was almost worse than dreaming I was a serial killer. Why can't I have good dreams? � 
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