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I had a weird nightmare last night. I’veI've never experienced anything like it before. I relived the same anxiety inducing events over and over. While it's true nightmares are more common among children, one out of every two adults has nightmares on occasion. And between 2% and 8% of the adult population is plagued by nightmares. But this one, really did make me think, even at work I can feel it picking at my brain.
 
It was on a Tuesday around 10:00 at night, I was on the internet looking up one of my favorite cartoons growing up while I should be in bed cause I had to get up in the morning to go to work. You see, I'm practically 22-years-old and has ADHD Asperger's Syndrome, routines like this is never easy. I usually burn out my energy by pacing around the room listening to music before growing drowsy and finally hitting the hay. My job at the hotel is, sure enough, like having a job at a local prison. My two co-workers rather have the last person who worked here than have me in their midst, in other words, they hated my guts because of my disability. Everyday, they'd scold me for the tiniest things, and when I scribble my '''one''' mistake on the piece of paper, one of them would replace the piece of paper with a new one, write the same numbers on it, and throw the old one in the trash. The other thing is that there is a Spanish old woman who works here. Talk about ugly as sin! She has that mole on her neck about the size of a nipple, and is covered in hairs. Every time I see this, I'd want to wash my eyes out with bleach. The thing with her is that she is extremely annoying; constantly walking past me making weird whistling noises. She'd also walk in where my co-workers are at, trying to talk to either my manager, or one of my dumbass co-workers. It's like, I don't want to see her disgusting, grotesque, vomit-inducing mole on her wrinkly neck. Why she didn't get that thing removed, God only knows.
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So, I'll end my story on a good note. My job went smoothly, I had very little linen to pick up and deliver, and there was no annoying workers to deal with. But still though, that fucking dream... Whatever it meant, it really got me spooked. And it's connection with cancelled cartoons has gotten me scratching my head, is this really where cancelled cartoons go when their shows are booted from the animation industry? That question alone remains a mystery.
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