"Had a bad dream that my left arm was severed. I was walking around with it, trying to find a way to reattach it. It was all closed up with skin so there was no blood. My dreams are very PG."
10/12 RDH
It is hard to estimate exactly how many wrongdoers I decimate on a nightly basis. Let's just say it's a lot (in my defense, they're all trying to kill me too). Yet whether I shoot or stab or bludgeon them to death, the one constant that remains is that no matter how action-packed my dreams are, I can't say as I've ever seen a pool of blood or disembodied organ - not even a bloody nose, for that matter.
Oh sure, there's dead people left in my wake and the occasional toilet that manages to clog up and spew it's contents all over me, sometimes in generous amounts. But blood? Never. What a life.
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