Dreams about trying to hide after accidentally time traveling in a futuristic society where there are chips in your hands to trace you, and those soul sniffers from Riddick everywhere you look, paint on clothes and two allies. They want to kill you because they know that you don’t belong and can’t figure out why you’re there and assume its to steal from them. Man, my dreams should be movies.
Spider.
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