Saturday, 4 July 2015
There was nothing more to my dream than I was shot in the legs. I don't know where I was or what I was doing, but I was hit in the lower legs with a spray of machine gun fire.
The shock of it hurtled me out of my sleep and I sat up in bed and realising simultaneously that the dog had stretched out and the nails on his feet had pushed into my lower legs.
Posted by Max Walsh
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