I was walking in the street, late at night, with Chris Benoit, and we were mugged by Brad Pitt, who beat me up and stabbed me with a Bowie knife at the juncture between my thigh and my crotch, and I lay there bleeding profusely while Benoit put him in the Crossface. I tried to call 911 but got no reception on my cell phone. The dream ended when I either passed out from blood loss or bled out and died.
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Yeah.
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