What Dreams May Come
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Our dreams are supposed to be the bridges between our subconscious and our conscious minds, to work out those things we can’t seem to get on our own. Except my dreams always involve sex and things exploding. I think I’m supposed to be getting laid by an ordinance technician. Or maybe I’m just bored. But, just in case, can anyone introduce me to a cute girl who’s good with volatile materials and not afraid to cut the blue wire? ;’)