Last night I had a dream that for some strange reason, everyone in my neighborhood still had Christmas wreaths hung on their doors and houses and Anguirel was going around with an incinerator gun burning them because "it was time to do it." He was sort of a dark masked hero and I was the only one who knew who it was, but he didn't realize it was me. Everyone seemed to think this was a grand idea except my dad, who was mad at me and my family because "we never have Christmas wreaths, and we finally got one, and you're letting him burn it!"
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