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Antonio Brown: "Damn, this is how EatKhash must feel when he writes a post."

I had so many nightmares last night that the world was ending, war then flooding, real vivid and painful.  I haven't been able to recall my dreams lately—which is a bit alarming, as it's a good way to analyze my psyche—just the effect produced.  Like WW2 meets Independence Day meets 2012...meets War of the Worlds, definitely, but with humans, mainly.  I wonder what Hitler would think if aliens invaded.  Then the stupid movie decided to repeat and I forced myself to wake up, really worn, lest I go through it again.  Apparently I screamed a lot during the night, and I like that because it makes me appear real tortured to others.  That's hot.  I mean, think about it, who has the most sex?  Serial killers.  I'll always take sympathy over empathy...but I won't tell others.  Empathy's for chumps.  They won't cut you a check alone with empathy...but empathy over sympathy to the public.  I don't know, I think it's because of all the ice cream I eat a few times in the middle of the night, then get down on myself, and it's not even mine.  Then I have to buy him another tub.  That shit's expensive, why can't he just stick to the store brand, I tell him.  I eat everyone's food, I just don't care.  I wear a hockey mask and guard mine in the middle of the night, jump out.  I wish I never discovered mint chocolate moosetracks.

I have dreams that the tub is so light it's obvious.  And I know he's eventually gonna go for it and they know it's me, i can feel their look I could feel her look when I would walk into the kitchen

...and I don't have much time.  He's gonna know it's light again.  It was empty in my dream.  Just sitting there in the freezer.  There's some relief when I awake from my troubled slumber, if there is such a thing.  Oh, come now, I didn't eat that much, there was a second tub that broke my fall.

I had to buy it the day before.