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Bad Nighttime Non-fiction

I need to watch what I listen to when I fall asleep at night. Sounds like a no brainer to you, huh?

 I was so grateful to awaken from my Hell-ish dream of disembodied body parts. Thankfully, I don't recall the entire dream, although worrying about the smell of decomposing flesh was an experience I never thought I'd have to face. Yeesh! (gag)

I'm such a fan of murder mysteries and the paranormal genre with vampires, werewolves, fairies, shapeshifters, etc. and I never have issues when I nod off to my various audiobook selections. 

Clearly Forensics and the Green River Killer are subjects best left to the light of day.
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