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I dreamed I was in the garden of an evil magician when I came across a flea-ridden dog. I took pity on it and tried to help it, but unfortunately we attracted the attention of the magician, who whipped our hands until it bled. Promising to come back for the dog later, we fled.

Then we found ourselves at a church, where we had to sneak in to kill him. After incorrectly shooting several of his decoys we finally found the real thing; but he turned invisible and laughed before running away.

Weird dream.

submitted by /u/SimbaTheSavage8
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