I wake up every morning with a song stuck in my head. And now it's stuck in yours.
Purple Rain
Dreamed that Amber and I were going to rent Purple Rain. On my way to the video store, a former therapy colleague of mine ran down the street toward me: he'd been shot in the leg. I comforted him and ran to find help. I found my former clinic supervisor, but she wasn't able to hear my screams for help. I ran back to my colleague and futilely tried to dress his wound. I woke up.
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