It beats my most recent barrowdowns related dream though Form.
In mine a group of downers, of whom I can only remember you (Form), Wayne, Abercrombie/Malka and myself specifically, were at my grandmothers house to play werewolf. Real Werewolf, the wolves killed people and we, well, I think we threw them into a pond that was on my grandma's porch. One of the mornings we'd woken up and before we'd gathered to figure out who the wolves had killed I went to brush my teeth. Come to find out, of course, the wolves had killed WaynetheGoblin and turned him into the toothpaste I had just used.
Three guesses who read her tooth-past lable extra carfully this morning...
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