I don't remember too much of this, but I remember that one of my work friends and I found a bomb and knew we were gonna die, but it never exploded. The majority of the dream, though, involved me going to a library for whatever reason, and a bunch of men there kept repeatedly smacking my butt. I asked them to stop numerous times, but the harassment continued. Finally I ran out of the library crying and went to another building somewhere. There was a guy there who was kinda big like a chef and wore all white like one too. He continued to work and gave me advice while I sat there telling him all about my horrible experience.
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