This week several people around me confessed to having dreams about sex.  Some of them had more than one in a single night.  
Yesterday I dreamed that a hostile foreign army filled the woods around my lovely summer palace and proceeded to slay everyone around with a torrent of arrows.  I had to learn to fly to stay alive.
This morning I dreamed that assassins were out to get Michelle Obama, but instead of shooting her, they shot me.  In the butt.
I'm getting the short end of the stick here.
Can I get a swapsies?  Who do I speak to about this?
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