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Have you ever considered the possibility that you talk too fucking much, Tommy?

The other night I had a dream. I don't usually remember my dreams.

In this dream I approached a heavy duty fence that seemed to be a cage with zig zagging corridors and I could see another gate over on the other side of the small maze. I was up in the mountains and there were lots of pine trees and I was at the edge of the tree line and snow. In this maze/cage there were a couple of very large brown bears lying down. By the door to the fence there was a large pistol with some wood under the barrel. It wasn't a dragoon but it reminded me of one. There were some bullets on the ground beside the pistol. The bullets looked like they were in the shape of commas and somehow would fit into the gun.

I picked up the pistol and opened the gate. I started walking through the maze.

One of the bears got up and started walking over toward me. It started getting closer. I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and shoot it.

I shot it once and it still kept stepping toward me. I shot it again and it still kept moving. I fired two more times and it seemed to just get angry. It started moving faster.

Finally I shot one more time and it dropped to the ground. The other bear still did not move.

I quickly and quietly walked toward the other side of the maze, opened the gate, and then moved out and closed it. I heard it latch behind me.

IF YOU PUT THE PISTOL IN YOUR POCKET AND KEEP IT WITH YOU TURN TO PAGE 80.

IF YOU DROP THE PISTOL ON THE GROUND TURN TO PAGE 70.