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..: Dream About Sheep
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Had another dream. It was modern day, and I was walking up the street beside a large parking structure, like the kind you find on Santa Monica's Third Street. All along the asphalt were hundreds, hundreds of dead, white sheep. All were bleeding, all were mangled. Some were not quite dead, but still moving horribly. Twisted, without sound. I began to walk over the mess, watching my step, trying not to step on any animal. I stopped to talk to a friend, and it was then that I saw the clean up crews. At first I thought they were helping the ones that were still alive, until right before my eyes a crew member pulled up the leg of one sheep that was still moving - and clipped its leg off. He held it up, let me see it, and put it into a black trash bag. I realized then that the clean up crews were clearing the streets of these sheep, dead or alive. Piece by piece. It was then that I grew truly uneasy, and I got up, gingerly stepped my way off the street and into a nearby building.
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