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  • This is a dream about a superhero named Tony. It's called "Tony's Dream"

    Tony and I are running down the street in the city. We stop and he takes a photo of us. I tell him it's odd that he took a photo after I was already dead but almost at the moment I died. He looks at me oddly, not because he doesn't understand that I'm dead, but because the photo was taken months ago, I'm having a memory, and he doesn't believe that I was dead at the time. The photo starts to develop and I see me crouching on a ledge and Tony standing in front of me. My arms are around his neck and my face is resting on his shoulder, and we're both looking off in the same direction. I tell him I don't remember it happening like that. I flash to my body laying lifeless on a dirty mattress in an alley. He looks sad and says "thanks" and starts to walk away. I grab his hand and clutch it and tell him to wait. The photo is changing. It's blurry, like we're moving, and then I fade out until it is just a photo of Tony looking straight at the camera on a sunny day. I start to cry because I can't remember knowing Tony before and now there is no evidence of it. I wake up thinking August 27th is important.
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