I had a really bad nightmare a couple of nights ago. I was digging outside and I found parts to some half rotting skull. I seemed to be really curious to what it was and I started to put it together and for some really bizarre reason I seemed to be thinking about selling it on e-bay. After I put it together I truly realized that it was some dead person’s skull and I freak out. I was really upset that number one I was holding part of a dead person; second, what the hell was I think about selling it on ebay; third, there was a dead person in my backyard, which probably meant that there was some murder around; and four I had probably just ruined a crime scene. I guess that I must have called the cops because I learned latter that the skull belongs to someone named Carrie (who I don’t know) and that a couple more skeletons had been dug up. My mom showed up and she freaked out and she was really upset about there being some murdered around. Then someone told me that one of the skeletons was my father, but I felt like that wasn’t true because I was with him not to long ago and that that was impossible. Then I woke up.
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