I had a really nasty dream about Philip Seymour Hoffman, who i like a lot but maybe ambivalently. He was in my bedroom and the floor was covered with large pebbles like pebble beach. He was moving the pebbles around my wooden bed. He was admonishing me. I woke myself up yelling at him that if he continued to fuck with me I would kill him. I remember meeting his cousin looking for sea glass on pebble beach shortly before his suicide. Some dreams are simply meant perhaps to wake you up. 

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