21.06.2004(Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID 1st half of the 20th century. I am engaged to a young man with a mustache who looks like a soldier or a gendarme. Every night, a man breaks into my bedroom and try, with a lancet, to slice open my abdomen to steal a piece of my bowels while I am asleep. The first time, I manage to alert everyone. The second time, my fiancé was keeping watch in my bedroom, but the slicer managed to escape anyway. In a daring plan to catch the slicer, on the third night, my fiancé decides to put on my night gown and sleep in my bed to fool the slicer into thinking he's me.
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