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A childhood belief about picking my nose

I used to believe that if I picked my nose too much my brains would come out. I think my Mom probably told me that to stop me from picking. I was probably kindergarden age and I had a nightmare one night that woke me up. It felt so real that I had believed it was real. In the dream I was of course digging for gold, and pulled out a booger that was about the size of a grapefruit, and had the consistancy of Jello and was the most weird grey/green color. I thought for a few days there I was going to die cause how long can a kid live without a brain?

— Al

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