Stuff From My Life
I had a weird dream last night. I was a member of a team of boy monster hunters (I think I was about twelve), and we disbanded when our leader disappeared presumed dead on our last mission. After we'd grown up he returned, reunited us and took us down into the sewers, which lead to a series of underground caverns. We split into groups and I went with him. Eventually we were attacked by a giant crocodile which I destroyed with dynamite. There was no blood but the pieces were scattered around the caverns, and all of us needed to track them down and destroy them because they could move by themselves. I was about to stab a lump of tail with a sword I suddenly had, and then I woke up.
I'm not a psychologist, but I think it means I'm either sexually repressed, or I need to watch fewer cartoons.
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