And so I dreamed that I was trying to shoot a snake in my apartment with a sawed off shotgun. It clattered but would not bang.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Oh, I took all the shells out," some woman in my dream said. "I was afraid that you'd do that."
I crawled around and clattered about with the shotgun some more and finally just let the woman and the snake be. Then I went back to dreaming. The night wasn't done yet. That's for sure.
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