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Levi’s dreams were sometimes like a broken television that randomly switched the channel and abruptly got deafeningly loud with gurgling, staticky laughter in the background. It’d got worse since his uncle’s death. The nights when he had no dreams were rare and he became secluded and bitter because it’d been years since he’d had a streak of good nights of sleep. And the worst part was that he always knew he was dreaming. Or having a nightmare, but he couldn’t do anything except wake up and deal with it.