Wrong dream...

I wake up to the still lingering images of wading ankle deep in the blood and viscera of everyone you have ever known, the bodies of friends, loved ones, acquaintances, and enemies strewn about in ragged chunks... And I wield the axe, sticky with the carnage I have left scattered.

How does one cope with this sort of thing?

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