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All this talk about Mr Rogers made something bad happen in my sleep. Ok, check this out...Obviously, in my room I have a bed. Next to it, there's a little end table. There's all kinds of stuff on that table too. Picture frames, vase, candles, clock...etc. The standard stuff. A little bit in front of it were my boots that I had taken off. Which are pretty big. They're the ones that would come up to right under my knee. So last night I must have been half asleep or something because I know that it was pitch black in my room so there's no way that I could have actually seen anything. But I rollover to my left and that little puppet (Daniel, the cat) was just standing there looking at me. And it scared the hell out of me and woke me to an extent and I punched the boot (because that's where the puppet was) as hard as I could and it hit the table and everything went off the table. Now at this point, I've woken my mom up. What do I tell her? "Sorry mom, the puppet from Mr Rogers was in my room staring at me so I punched him and took out the end table." I told her that I tripped and knocked everything over.
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