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May 17, 2008, was when I saw the most violent movie I have ever seen in my life. It went past the range of scary and entered the realm of comically unrealistic. It also influenced the dream I had that night. (And not that it matters much unless you want to draw it, which I apparently did, but it's another gender-swapper. :b)

Some point earlier, I had lost my right arm and left leg in some terrible accident. I don't remember if it was a car crash or something fell on me or what. Fortunately, those limbs were quickly replaced with pearl-white mechanical versions that had all of the muscle and sensory capabilities of the original limbs.

Soon I became in charge of a room that acted as a meeting room, an elevator, and (at some floors), an incinerator. I operated it from one of the non-incineration floors, of course. I also realized the elevator could easily be a death trap for anyone who walked in and stayed in when the doors closed. Me, I always kept one foot (the robotic one) out of the room. Some guy who was gravely uninformed, however, walked all the way in, hoping to set up a meeting. If he got killed in the room, I didn't see or hear it, because I ran up some stairs to another room, then woke up.

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May 17, 2008, was when I saw the most violent movie I have ever seen in my life. It went past the range of scary and entered the realm of comically unrealistic. It also influenced the dream I had that night. (And not that it matters much unless you want to draw it, which I apparently did, but it's another gender-swapper. :b)

Some point earlier, I had lost my right arm and left leg in some terrible accident. I don't remember if it was a car crash or something fell on me or what. Fortunately, those limbs were quickly replaced with pearl-white mechanical versions that had all of the muscle and sensory capabilities of the original limbs.

Soon I became in charge of a room that acted as a meeting room, an elevator, and (at some floors), an incinerator. I operated it from one of the non-incineration floors, of course. I also realized the elevator could easily be a death trap for anyone who walked in and stayed in when the doors closed. Me, I always kept one foot (the robotic one) out of the room. Some guy who was gravely uninformed, however, walked all the way in, hoping to set up a meeting. If he got killed in the room, I didn't see or hear it, because I ran up some stairs to another room, then woke up.