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-Dream-

I was a gladiator, which makes sense as I have been watching the Spartacus series from Stars, the dream start while I am in an orgy. I am being made to serve noble women over and over. Which sounds like a lot of fun but I felt hollow and numb to the whole thing. Then I am made to fight, over and over. Bloody and beaten I am sent to my cell and treated like a dog for a time, only getting up to take care of basics. At the end of the dream I am put to fighting a friend of mine in the arena, which the arena is the modern HP Pavilion, I see in the crowd many of the faces I know from here, including some that are less than friendly. When I strike down my friend, knocking the wind out of him but not injuring him to a point that he would need to die, the crowd boos me for winning and demands I kill my friend. My patron, who was the President of the Home Owner Association I used to work for in Malibu, tells me to kill him. My friend looks at me in horror, and tells me to kill him or we will both die. Seeing as his sword is right next to him I wink and tell him, I'd rather us both die as warriors. Recovering his breath he grabs his sword and we both charge the arena gate.

-Alarm-