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What most people have no idea about me was that I did some pretty bad stuff about two years ago. I'm still guilty about it, but until now I thought that I;ve already placed it behind me.

Well, I don't think I did it properly.

The dream starts off as featuring me, doing the stuff I'm guilty of. Next thing I knew people were looking at me scathingly. Everyone.

Then I kind of like...saw this person. I don't know why, but I think I somehow tagged explosives on his neck. I saw myself trying to lead him near this group of people. I remember myself saying, "Blow the pretty ones into bits."

But he resisted. I knew he didn't know what was going on.

I think I got into my senses so I let him go, but this time I knew I had to take those things off. But I didn't, because I didn't know how.

So I just kind of...pretended that it didn't exist.

I was walking away, then there they are again, the people that were looking at me scathingly. The people were in their own groups, but I can see that they all had one similarity -- they know me as the people that hurt them. Some others were in rebel gangs or one of the cutters that nobody really bothered to stop because they knew that they wouldn't, anyway. I walked up the slope-part of the place while the others went down.

Then somehow, I fell to my knees, and I couldn't get up again.

I sort off rolled downhill, and when I reached the base I was able to stand. Strange, though, how everything went dark.

The dream ended there.

So I thought about the dream and saw that every action in that dream is applicable to how I approached what I did, mostly the part about the explosives.

Meh. Either that or I just ate a bad hamburger.