A horrible dream last night.
I was watching a pure white dove while it strolled around on the grass. But then a big ugly gull swooped down, picked up the dove with its feet, and flew off holding the dove while pecking it at the same time. I trid to grab the dove but it was just out of reach. The dove's feathers turned red with specks of its blood. The dove then dropped its head, closed its eyes and died.
I called the gull Donald.
I then woke up.
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