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- Were you dreaming of him
last night?
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- He always comes in my dreams.
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- How often?
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- When I get an idea for
a horrible scene, I start writing...
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Sometimes at night I dream.
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Always the same dream.
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A church.
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I go in.
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Inside are lots of people,
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in agony, dying.
I can't see them, but I hear them.
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The tall, bald priest's
waiting for me, pleased.
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He likes my idea,
says he'll guide me.
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- Guide you how?
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- I don't know.
The next morning, I drive in my car,
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like I was being guided,
controlled by someone else.
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I come to the place...
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- Afterwards what do you do?
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- I go back and write,
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inspired by what I've seen,
my brain full of images.
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- So you stopped writing?
:47:06
- It was too much, it had to stop.
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But the fucking priest came back.
:47:11
- Who is he?
:47:13
- I don't know!
:47:14
- He sent you to the lady
who drowned her kids?
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You spied on her?
- You know?
:47:20
- We know a lot, we can help you.
- No one can help me.
:47:24
- Trust us.
- You can't help me!
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I've nothing more to say.