Date: 8/3/2017
By valeerrete
I was walking alone and then I saw a large line of people crying on the floor. So I got closer and saw this opossum massacre with blood and guts. When I got to the end of the line I felt so bad that I vomited and fainted. Then I woke up in this fancy room and started to have an anxiety attack because the bloody memories of the opossums. A memory created and remembered in a dream.