i once had a dream where me and my childhood friend were home-sitting in a mansion that was like… mystical or whatever, i knew there were like pressure plates and hallways and whatever, but then, like, cut to later- me and my childhood friend are fighting like elemental zombies in the cemetery in the backyard, and we like need to stop them from getting to the elemental gate-arch, and things were looking really dire, and then i was like, “we need to get out of here if we want to survive! but we a

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