A friend of mine was telling me about an ongoing creepy dream he keeps having. He said he would constantly be walking through a haunted house on Sesame Street. The interior was dimly lit and each room had the alphabet written on one the walls. But the scariest thing according to him was, no matter where he walked around in a room, the “I”s seemed to always follow him. (To me, his experience was considerably more stupid than it was eerie).
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