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I am trying to give up smoking. I've BEEN trying for a few years now with little success but I'm working my way through the options. I'm up to my second bout with patches, this time it's the 24 hour ones - which I always thought was a stupid idea, you don't smoke in your sleep but the lady at the chemist assured me it stopped waking up with a craving. She also warned me that a side effect was really weird dreams. Cool, I replied.
I'm standing with a large number of people waiting to cross a road. Just a small side street, not much traffic and no apparent reason for the wait until I see that there are police, in full riot gear, walking along the sides of the road, stopping everyone, inspecting us. The first looks you up and down, the second gets immediately to the point by aiming a rifle at your face. The third is there to... um dunno, clean up the mess? Just as the gun points into my nose I think "Thank God they're not looking for me" and then he shoots me. Dead. As I fell I actually felt a sensation buzzing in my neck as an electric spasm shot down my spine. I actually felt it. Then I was looking sideways across bricks at ground level.
"I can still see, I can't be dead... I'm still thinking so I must be alive... surely. Ah, I can't hear anything though, and things are going dark. It's dark and quiet. I don't feel anything... I'm still thinking...
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