For refusing to disguise myself as a member of the Blue Man Group, I am ordered (along with 20 other people) to decapitate myself using the blunt edge of an axe without a handle.
At the moment I attempt to... decapitate myself, I realize I don't have the will to force the axehead through my neck, and neither do any of the 20 other people lined up beside me, as all of them are just randomly shoving the blunt ends at their neck with no effect and sobbing.
In response, Andrew W. shows up in front of us and gives us a remedial lesson on how to put on a Blue Man Group disguise. ("Take note: FOOD COLORING.")
As I woke up I realized that I actually am afraid of dying. and have no idea why my dreams are so morbid sometimes. Sigh.
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