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one night, many years ago now, i had a dream that still haunts me. it was some time during the french revolution (or something) and i was standing in the line for execution. it was a really sunny bright day and i had dust and glare in my eyes. i guess there were many murders. there must have been, as when the hooded figure pushed my head onto the wooden stump my face became instantly slick with warm blood. it was no longer bright, my eyelids glued shut. my body bean shaped my hands tied behind my back. the darkness enveloping me made the sensation of the axe all the more pronounced. the hacking in my back was agony, not painful, but incescent and heavy. being in such a deep dreamscape as i had never been before there was no escaping or fleeing the tortue. i was awake. soon though, there was an end, suddenly i could see and i turned and faced the man, whose hood didnt disguise his disappointment that i was still alive.