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I dreamed that I visited Andre Touloun in his mansion. Part of my soul was taken to make one of the puppets (a male version of myself), and then government agents came, mind-controlled Andre, and I and some of the puppets fled while a couple of others covered our retreat. It was very gory, but the rest of us stowed away on an airplane. I couldn't use phones, because the government had a sample of my DNA, and had equipped the phones with secret readers that would register my contact. So I skulked instead, hiding out in a hotel...I didn't realize it, but the puppets were quietly eliminating threats to our discovery behind me, in their typically gruesome way. I thought we were just being really, really lucky. The two puppets who covered the retreat eventually caught up to us, but one of them (the really beefy one with big hands) was seen by a greedy man. He attempted to craft a replacement puppet and steal the other one. My perspective switched momentarily to the puppet, as it thrashed and struggled desperately against its captives, growing more frantic with every second.

A woman called my name, and I woke up, breathing hard and my heart hammering in my chest.

Can I please shoot my brain?