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i do remember at a very young age (couldn't place it exactly), waking up from a nightmare where i was in a little sailboat that had arms that wouldn't let go of me. i still remember the feeling of waking up absolutely scared shitless.
i remember that the exact scene i dreamt was in some kid's movie i had seen that night before i went to bed. i think there was something about a piccolo and a dragon or something. i don't really know about that, i just remember that dream. to this day if i have a nasty dream, i wake up thinking about that one.
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