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Glenn · 01-31-2017, 03:10 AM

This was a long nightmare that opened with me being a homeless young man looking for a place to squat for awhile. An older man waved at me to come into a tall, long-deserted, warehouse/factory. Once inside, he said I could not leave until America was great again. No matter how hard I tried to escape, I could not, and this seemed to go on and on. I also saw a big fire had started, after he was trying to run me over with a heavy piece of machinery on wheels. Suddenly, I saw that another homeless man had opened a big door on the ground floor, from the outside and finally I was free. Then I saw that he had gotten shot in the doorway, and died. I woke up.

01-31-2017, 03:10 AM	#183
Glenn Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Ol butch bones. Preferred Pronoun?: Old thing Relationship Status: Too old to play. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: :rolleyes: Posts: 1,547 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,602 Thanked 3,729 Times in 1,095 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	This was a long nightmare that opened with me being a homeless young man looking for a place to squat for awhile. An older man waved at me to come into a tall, long-deserted, warehouse/factory. Once inside, he said I could not leave until America was great again. No matter how hard I tried to escape, I could not, and this seemed to go on and on. I also saw a big fire had started, after he was trying to run me over with a heavy piece of machinery on wheels. Suddenly, I saw that another homeless man had opened a big door on the ground floor, from the outside and finally I was free. Then I saw that he had gotten shot in the doorway, and died. I woke up.