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I had two bizzaro dreams last night.

First I dreamt that I saw an amazing, real-life cakewreck and wanted to take a picture to send in.  But Scott and/or Nick (I don’t remember if it was both of them, or just different brothers at different times— though I do remember more of Nick) wouldn’t let me take the picture.  When I finally explained why I wanted to take it, they took the cake, smeared out all of the writing/decoration on the top, and then flipped it over on the table.

In the second part of my dream (completely unrelated), I was walking around some kind of ghetto area, like projects.  Can’t remember who I was with, but we were about a block behind the mailman delivering mail.  We noticed a second mailman, who only had one arm, and his uniform was all old and gross.  When we got closer to him, we realized that he was a maniac, and then he pulled out a gun and started shooting.  He hit me in the shoulder, but I was still able to to up to him and break his neck, killing him.