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Strange Dreams

I fell asleep last night with the impression that I can never be a good criminal. I had just wasted many hours of my life playing Grand Theft Auto 4 and kept failing on this one very difficult mission. For those of you who don't know what GTA4 is, it's a game where you play as bad guy who goes around killing other crooks and drug dealers. It's a pretty morally messed up game, some people even call it a murder simulator. I only play it so I can prove to tell myself that I can never be a crook.

Onto my strange dream ... I was outside playing basketball with my friends when a young kid walked over to where we left our stuff and started rummaging through it. Ironically, our "stuff" consisted of a pile of machine guns and Uzi's ... since that's how we roll here in the hood. There were probably some drugs in there too but I couldn't tell from a distance. Then all of a sudden one of my friends screamed, "everyone GET DOWN!" The little girl apparently had picked up an Uzi and started waving it around like a wand, pointing it at us while laughing her head off. Now that I think about it, where did she come from, where were her irresponsible parents?!?

Anyhow, I was lying prone on the ground when the girl started shooting. I held my friend's head down while wondering what was going to happen next. Then out of nowhere I heard sirens from a distance, and seconds later swarms of cops surrounded us. Chaos ensues and I woke up at the sound of gunshots (someone had texted me and woke me up).

I'm still not sure if there's any redeeming value to this story. If you figure out any, let me know.
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