I had the weirdest dream last night. I was lying on my bed and glanced at my alarm clock but it suddenly came alive. I ran into the bathroom to wash up but when I looked at the soap it was alive too. I decided to make some eggs but when I looked at our spice rack I saw that the salt, pepper, paprika and cinnamon shakers were all alive. I ran outside and decided to bury the spice rack, alarm clock and soap so I picked up a shovel but I realized that was alive too. I came back inside and saw that there were paw prints all over the house.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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