There’s a part of the morning that’s the most quiet before the darkness of the night turns to the pale light of dawn. That’s when the truly horrible stuff happens. None of the reported incidents that people talk about actually happen early in the morning, say at 3–am. It’s when it’s so quiet that you hardly hear a sound.

I just had a bad and messed up dream early this morning. I thought the blurb above was applicable to the situation.

But will probably turn it into a short story or something :

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