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I hate going to bed. Firstly because I know I'll be laying there for at least an hour before I get to sleep and secondly because I never know what may occur in my sleep. I lay down thinking about the kind of career I want to follow. I start to think about where I may have this career. I like the idea of living on the borders of a large sleepless city where I can have a changing high paying career that will give me the money necessary to support the lifestyle I want to live. I thought I would dream of this exciting adventure, but I couldn't be further from the truth. I was in some twisted pan demonic world, All the people outside were running around screaming, the old and the young violently vomiting blood stained semi-processed food with strange creatures slithering in it. Their bodies had red legions all over them, it was as if they had all been the victims of some disastrous epidemic. I was in a room with a very beautiful woman of perhaps twenty-nine years of age. Next to her thoug h, for some reason I knew it was her child, there was a genetically disorganised being that could almost stand up straight. It had the characteristics of a human but it had goat's hooves for feet, horns on its head and had a semi goat/human face. It also had goats fur for skin. It was making loud, unbearably sick noises with resemblance to a goat and the cry of a human. There was blood dripping from its mouth, to its chest and then on to the white icy-cold tiled floor. This made it hard for it to stand, and so, it slipped. The already distressed young woman who was crying on the floor started to scream loudly. She was living a life of hell in emotional pain. She jumped up and ran towards me and held on to me tightly. Her life must have been like a perpetual nightmare. I wrapped my arms around her and held on to her tightly as she buried her face with tears rolling down her into my shoulder. She was crying so badly I felt sick and fantastically sorry and help... Free Essays on Don't Copy Free Essays on Don't Copy I hate going to bed. Firstly because I know I'll be laying there for at least an hour before I get to sleep and secondly because I never know what may occur in my sleep. I lay down thinking about the kind of career I want to follow. I start to think about where I may have this career. I like the idea of living on the borders of a large sleepless city where I can have a changing high paying career that will give me the money necessary to support the lifestyle I want to live. I thought I would dream of this exciting adventure, but I couldn't be further from the truth. I was in some twisted pan demonic world, All the people outside were running around screaming, the old and the young violently vomiting blood stained semi-processed food with strange creatures slithering in it. Their bodies had red legions all over them, it was as if they had all been the victims of some disastrous epidemic. I was in a room with a very beautiful woman of perhaps twenty-nine years of age. Next to her thoug h, for some reason I knew it was her child, there was a genetically disorganised being that could almost stand up straight. It had the characteristics of a human but it had goat's hooves for feet, horns on its head and had a semi goat/human face. It also had goats fur for skin. It was making loud, unbearably sick noises with resemblance to a goat and the cry of a human. There was blood dripping from its mouth, to its chest and then on to the white icy-cold tiled floor. This made it hard for it to stand, and so, it slipped. The already distressed young woman who was crying on the floor started to scream loudly. She was living a life of hell in emotional pain. She jumped up and ran towards me and held on to me tightly. Her life must have been like a perpetual nightmare. I wrapped my arms around her and held on to her tightly as she buried her face with tears rolling down her into my shoulder. She was crying so badly I felt sick and fantastically sorry and help...