Here's a quick doodle...I had a recent dream where I regressed back to my junior high days and was sitting in my World History class. One of my favorite teachers, Mr. Holton, went postal all of a sudden and whipped out a rifle and opened fire on the entire class! No worries, he let me live!
A strange and disturbing dream for sure, and Mr. Holton was actually one of the kindest teachers I've ever had, which made the dream stranger. I have no idea what this means.
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