i dreamt i lived in a abandoned 1800s psyche ward or school or something with some good wet underground dungeons n shit and i loved it there i loved to strap into the table with the face hole and wood arm and leg restraints and thrash around i loved the little redheaded bearded guy who was always looking for me and wanted to poke me rlly hard with his 6 foot silver jousting stick he was always laughing and rlly cuddly. a group of goths was taking a tour of the place to see if they wanted to move in and they watched me from behind a window and i was like omg you are going to love it here and I slammed my head against the glass till it broke as like a demonstration of my satisfaction and then switch perspectives outside in the courtyard mark hamill is trying to escape and he runs away from the building and down to the docks where theres a submarine and he gets in and descends but the submarine is owned by the same owners of the facility and for legal reasons all the movement stuff had to be disabled or removed and can only go up and down now awkwardddd he was in there for a rlly long time gritting his teeth and sweating and lit in red and then the submarine ascends and mark hamill gets out and walks back to the place in shame
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