Dream No 2

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 Dream about Some Man and the Spider


There was a man, who during his sleep had swallowed the spider, and this spider lived in his mouth since then and when the man opens his mouth, the spider could catching flies. 

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Sen o pewnym mężczyźnie i pająku


Był sobie pewien mężczyzna, który połknął pająka podczas snu i od tamtego czasu, ten pająk mieszkał w jego ustach i kiedy mężczyzna otwierał buzię, pająk mógł łapać myszy. 






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