Dreams of Ikea

There's something about home furniture that makes me break out into a cold sweat. Perhaps it's the thought of Ikea, but I'm guessing its my childhood fear of being locked in a department store. For some reason, I associated department stores with clowns... evil clowns. I guess "IT" has a lot to answer for! Being chased through the furnture section by evil fang toothed clowns is probably not the average five year olds idea of a good time. At least that's how I remember it.

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