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When I was a kid, I used to have this recurring dream where I’d dress up as a clown or something similar. I’d feel all nervous and scared, like I didn’t wanna do it, but something was pushin’ me to do it like it was my job or somethin’. I’d always target this family—a husband, wife, and their young child who lived in an RV. The last time I had this dream was a few years ago, but last night, I had it again, only this time it was just the father and son. I went up to their screen door with a big grin and wide eyes, bangin’ my head on the door like I was goin’ crazy. Then, outta nowhere, an ice cream truck pulled up, and I stole a six-pack of sodas, throwin’ it at the windshield for some reason. After that, I woke up, and I couldn’t shake the feeling—it really upset me. Normally, I’d attack the family in the dream, but this time, I cut it short. The family always looked scared and distressed, and I don’t blame ‘em. I don’t get why I keep having this dream, and honestly, I don’t like it at all.

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