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The other night I dreamed I was leading a squad of mercenaries or something through an abandoned and overgrown industrial city, hunting something. Guys had been killed and mutilated by a wild monster. We found what seemed to be its den, and there were blankets, still warm. Nearby we captured a little girl, maybe 8 or 9. She really put up a fight. Eventually she said she was hiding from the monster too, and the den was her shelter.
But then one of the guys found a leather roll containing dried and still fresh human scalps of the dead guys. Turns out the little girl had been killing them and mutilating their bodies so it looked like a bear or whatever. The dudes wanted to kill her, but she said she only kept the scalps of the most honourable warriors, so I was able to talk them down.
Later, alone, she confessed to me that was a lie, she actually scalped them to shame them further, even in death. What a fucking brat.