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2001 david mulhern

 

 

Standing in a dark room, looking at a doorway. I hear the sound of swarming bees. 

The noise gets closer and closer. 

My heart rate starts to build. 

Through the door flies five scorpions with dragonfly tape wings. They hover in front of me, look me over, rear up and start to attack. One stings me in the shoulder. 

Out of nowhere I pull an iron golf club and swing wildly at them. 

I keep missing and missing, rearing back to take another swing one flies straight at my face and I wake up.

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Date: 04-05-01

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