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First off, once I'd gotten my hands on the shot I'd probably sit and stare at it for a week. I mean, there's a 50/50 chance of my survival. I'd probably even almost flush it down the toilet once or twice. In the end though, I'd take the shot.

Assuming I don't, well you know, bleed out from my eyeballs and die -- of course I'd do a happy dance. Then I'd freak out, because OMG I'm a criminal now! What in the world was I thinking?? If someone finds me out I'm going to the big house for sure.

That's when the weirdness started: That night, when I went to bed I had these really abstract dreams about my two roommates. It was almost like I was tapping into THEIR dreams. When I woke up somehow I knew what all the gibberish had meant.

I went to one room mate and told her that she needed to go back to college. It completely floored her since she hadn't said anything to us about it.

I went to my 2nd room mate and told her that she wasn't responsible for her brother's failures. She started bawling because her brother had called her two days ago and begged her to let him crash in our apartment because he'd been evicted again.

Now all I have to do is sleep in your house for the night and I can offer you personal encouragement about your secret fears and problems. I leave you with a sense of direction for whatever troubles you the most.

-- Glenda S.

City, State


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