I once had a dream...

I was with friends I've never seen before.

The Life-of-the-Party friend had a powderd rock discovered by her scientist father.

There was a group of people for a party. 
She jumped in the air and threw the powder. 

And we became wild. 

We ran through the town and people panicked and fought.

We were sliced by swords, shot with guns, hit with clubs. 

We felt no pain, we saw no bruising, we shed no blood.

It felt glorious during the dream. 



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