| I dreamed that I didn't have a razor and was taking a shower at Mom's (although it didn't look anything like her house), so I borrowed a really neat razor from her without her knowing it. I started to use it, but I kept getting interrupted. I hid it and carried it around with me through the house trying to find a discreet place to shave my legs with it. I kept trying and trying again, but got interrupted or worried that it would take too long and everybody would wonder what I was doing.
Mom, Tami and I were talking downstairs and I looked up onto the next floor, which had a gap between the floor and the walls so that you could see under doors and the walls where they weren't connected to the floor. I saw that I had accidentally dropped the razor under a bed upstairs, so I started up the stairs to go get it, with Mom in the background telling us that she thought Dad killed an old lady named Gotte Horn. Mom described that her head was angled off, but first she was hit by a 2x4, then her head was ripped off by the killer fishing for it with a rod and reel.
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