Bangladesh
It was something like your girlfriend sleeps on your arm and you wake-up with the arm burning and hot. I remember I was sleeping on my mothers arm when I was prolly 5 and the next thing I heard was my own shout looking at myself standing in front of her bed. Whatever it was kept insisting to install the system. And it kept happening plenty of times, after that.
Desert Storm too began by this trans-dimensional hoping.
Desert Storm too began by this trans-dimensional hoping.
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