I had a vicious and vivid dream about an executor being forced to kill his own god. He was being forced to do this by a group of men who crowded him in a small room under the main building. It was grimy. This took place when it was custom to wear hats. There were no fancy clothing so it was probably early 1900's. The executor tied the hands of his god, his wrists bled.
"I'm sorry," The executor cried to his god.
His god nodded.
"I'm sorry too," His god smiled sadly at him.
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