I had a dream last night that a grim reaper was standing at the side of my bed. Her name was Becky. She said that it was time to go. I asked if I could say goodbye to my family. She said no. I awoke and searched the room with my eyes in the dark for Becky. I hate dreams where I'm in bed--my bed--in the dream. It was so real.
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