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I dreamt of being brutalized by perfect strangers that shouted and laughed as they hurled buckets of broken glass at me from all directions. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and stumbled blindly, terrified, humiliated. I breathed in the jagged pieces and cried. tried to scream but could only emit a pathetic bleat. they laughed harder. later when I escaped the senseless attack I picked the broken pieces out of my raw gums. with each extraction came a fierce stream of blood that splattered the walls and the belongings of the people around me. I cried, still with a mouth full of blood. my family and close friends surrendered their sweatshirts to soak up the sanguine outpouring.