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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #375 on: August 12, 2016, 12:47:14 am »
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damn.. i just saw the owl (basically the same thing) that I saw in my dream last night, in a facebook post:



whaaaaat???

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #376 on: October 01, 2016, 09:11:42 am »
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I pm'd this to my friend:

man.. i had a dream that we were hoopin` in the hood. we were ballin` etc.. a few people got in fights. but the best part of the dream, some little black kid kept heckling me, calling me "third eye bleach" (a play on third eye blind).. which is absolutely amazing because i've never heard that used to heckle someone''s whiteness - somehow my brain made that up. lmfao!@$@$



^^^ THIRD EYE BLEACH  :goodjobbro:

i don't even know who third eye blind is, other than that they are a group.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #377 on: December 14, 2016, 01:01:07 am »
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dreamed I was on Judge Judy. So basically, an entire dream of me being in court.. All of the mundane court stuff. So finally I win the case, then I ask Judge Judy to film something special for my mom, on my phone.. Since my mom loves watching Judge Judy. Judge Judy agreed and taped a message to her. Then the dream ended..

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #378 on: March 07, 2017, 02:09:16 am »
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had a deeply fucked up dream last night.

my brothers and i found out that our dad was planning to kill us, and that he was in a big brick house preparing to do it. so my brother lincoln got a few revolvers and we went to get him first. we snuck into the house and split up. i was going room by room doing that thing you see people do in movies when i looked down some stairs into the basement and saw him walking around. he had some materials with him that made it clear he was planning to trap and torture us down there. he didn't see me. somehow i knew he would come up to the kitchen so i went in there and pointed my gun at the door. my heart was in my throat.

as soon as he walked in, i yelled, "freeze! don't move!" and he stopped. then he laughed and said, "well, guess you got me." i pointed my gun at him and he just kept laughing. then i pulled the trigger and it just clicked over to the next chamber. lincoln hadn't loaded the gun! i kept clicking and my dad kept laughing, very relaxed, until finally the last chamber had a bullet in it and i shot him right in the middle of the forehead. and then i burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably with grief and relief.

a little while later he was alive again, but we still had him captured. he was still laughing and relaxed, and i was just so confused and anguished, asking him over and over why he wanted to kill us, was he this person all along, a psychopath? [it bears mentioning here that in real life i love my dad and have a wonderful relationship with him.] and he just sneered. at one point he stripped down to his underwear and put on a bright red dress and walked around the house, continuing to blow off my questions. my phone buzzed and when i pulled it out, a lot of the app icons were thumbnails of calvin and hobbes comics. i clicked on one and it brought up a strip that had the dad in it. since i was a little kid i've thought that calvin's dad might as well be a caricature of my dad: skinny, round glasses, big nose, bald, ride bikes and hate drivers, think chores build character. as soon as i saw the strip i burst into tears again.

then i woke up.
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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #379 on: March 07, 2017, 05:06:31 am »
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had a deeply fucked up dream last night.

my brothers and i found out that our dad was planning to kill us, and that he was in a big brick house preparing to do it. so my brother lincoln got a few revolvers and we went to get him first. we snuck into the house and split up. i was going room by room doing that thing you see people do in movies when i looked down some stairs into the basement and saw him walking around. he had some materials with him that made it clear he was planning to trap and torture us down there. he didn't see me. somehow i knew he would come up to the kitchen so i went in there and pointed my gun at the door. my heart was in my throat.

as soon as he walked in, i yelled, "freeze! don't move!" and he stopped. then he laughed and said, "well, guess you got me." i pointed my gun at him and he just kept laughing. then i pulled the trigger and it just clicked over to the next chamber. lincoln hadn't loaded the gun! i kept clicking and my dad kept laughing, very relaxed, until finally the last chamber had a bullet in it and i shot him right in the middle of the forehead. and then i burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably with grief and relief.

a little while later he was alive again, but we still had him captured. he was still laughing and relaxed, and i was just so confused and anguished, asking him over and over why he wanted to kill us, was he this person all along, a psychopath? [it bears mentioning here that in real life i love my dad and have a wonderful relationship with him.] and he just sneered. at one point he stripped down to his underwear and put on a bright red dress and walked around the house, continuing to blow off my questions. my phone buzzed and when i pulled it out, a lot of the app icons were thumbnails of calvin and hobbes comics. i clicked on one and it brought up a strip that had the dad in it. since i was a little kid i've thought that calvin's dad might as well be a caricature of my dad: skinny, round glasses, big nose, bald, ride bikes and hate drivers, think chores build character. as soon as i saw the strip i burst into tears again.

then i woke up.

wow that's pretty twisted.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #380 on: March 26, 2017, 06:09:20 am »
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So I had this dream just a few mins ago it was strange and quite long. So I am in this swimming pool with other people in this room and on the other side of the room not that far were other people in a special pool, which i think they did not allow any one to use it except themselves. so i said to the people next to me 'just watch' i gave them fist touch; there 2 there; and i went and jumped in and they didn't mind it but it was very deep, when i was inside i froze while being i was deep under water, i don't know why then i went up. Then I played some trick or something I don't remember wat I did, mabye knocked over the back wall of the pool made of hard plastic attach by something but I broke it and that was when they realized they were in trouble and the owner was gonna come and sort them out, so I ran out of the pool as fast as I could and climbed up a bunch of stairs, I was in a house for some reason where you have those steps, and I just speed ran the stairs all the way to the top.

I got to the attic, climbed out the window and got down of the house and I see im being chased by someone, an old man I think, not too old. So I start running hiding behind cars and he luckily finds me so I keep running and hide behind this other car but I for some reason think that if i come into the open next to the car I was still hiding behind something and obviously he saw me and I thought to myself 'wtf am i thinking' so I continue running he is close and I jump over the wooden fence into a garden and he was close but he didn't grab me for some reason. I then have this bag of pasta shells leaking cos it has holes. I climb onto the brick wall and stand up and see the old man. He was dick van dyke lol. I started singing a little lines of his songs from movies i think mary poppins or something I was thinking for some reason that I was singing a song from the future he was gonna make but it was not obviously as he continued the song then I had to continue and i didn't know and i ended up singing a line of 'portabello road' from bed nobs and broom stick lol fuked up or wat. Then I climb down and start hiding and running and I realize im in a new town so how i will i spot the house im suppose to go to or spot it and pass it. so Im sneaking and running so they dont find me until the police stops me as i was sneaking through the people's front garden and guess who the policeman was, jim lampley lol and he told me put hand behind back and get into car, but then some children came and doing tricks, i felt like i knew them but i don't know they made 2 coins turn to 4 coins and i was exaggerating shockness to get the cop interested, he looked at them but didn't move I was wondering i better move now or i wont make it even if timing is bad. so i run and he notices and calls my name 'seifula' i was shocked how he knew and i continue moving and then i found my house and went in. Then i saw the children inside. It seems as i was visiting over and it was time for me to leave, so i said good bye, had fun exploring attic and may come back to discover more and I was leaving to go back home and i had to ask where I was in terms of the town or country, and the little kid said st. staunton. For some reason I recognized the place being about 10s of miles from my place and then left towards the car/taxi waiting but didn't get inside as the dream ended.
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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #381 on: March 27, 2017, 12:15:45 pm »
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dope, love when i remember dreams with that much detail.
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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #382 on: March 28, 2017, 02:02:16 am »
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my dreams have sucked for a year or more.. hardly any detail.. i'm lucky if i have a dream i can remember. it's odd.. my whole life i was a pretty intense 'dreamer'. I haven't had a dream like seifullaah's in a long time.



damn.. i just saw the owl (basically the same thing) that I saw in my dream last night, in a facebook post:



whaaaaat???

also every time i come back to this thread, that owl trips me out.

also there are so many owls near me now, they are reproducing like crazy.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #383 on: March 31, 2017, 03:19:18 am »
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last night: i was at my parents house. a large, reddish boulder, maybe 30 feet across and 15 feet high, had appeared spontaneously in the back yard and we were puzzling over it, looking through the window in the living room. a trio of small, muscular, dark-skinned men dressed in loincloths came out from the trees at the back of the back yard and went over to the boulder. they looked maybe papuan. suddenly they had a young woman pinned down on the edge of the boulder and they raped her, after which she vanished. it happened very fast. i went outside to confront them but they'd also vanished. a different trio then came out of the woods, with a different young woman. i started yelling at them, trying to stop them from going near her, but they were bewildered, they told me they had no intention of doing anything of the sort. and she didn't seem too perturbed. maybe a little tense but that could have been from all the yelling.

then i woke up.
Muscles are nonsensical they have nothing to do with this bullshit.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #384 on: April 01, 2017, 10:08:00 pm »
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finally had a dream i could remember..

got viciously attacked by a pitbull.. tried stabbing it as it was mauling me.

then i woke up.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #385 on: April 09, 2017, 04:53:01 pm »
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easily my most vivid dream in a long time..

long story short: saw Steve Bannon in Florida.. walked up to him, we started debating. It got heated, we're both flipping out. He falls down. And while he's on the ground, I just keep hammering him with anti-white supremacy b.s.. he's trying to defend, and starts talking shit about my generation. So then I started rattling off all of the garbage "his generation" has done to this country and around the world.. and somehow that caused him to start crying and screaming, trying to defend it.. He was a sniveling mess.

Eventually it just ended there.

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #386 on: October 02, 2017, 10:25:49 pm »
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CRAZY dreams lately, very vivid/intense.

last 3 nights from most recent:
1. was at a motorcycle shop trying to buy a dirtbike, choice between yamaha or honda CR.. never bought anything, was just trying to wheel and deal .. odd.
2. attacked by bees, going nuts trying to fight them off then used a high powered hose to wreck them.
3. just all kinds of nutty shit..

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Re: THE DREAM JOURNAL
« Reply #387 on: November 01, 2017, 06:42:25 am »
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I had a strange dream where me and brothers were involved in a riddle style activating regarding fishes how they died or something and after they went into detail scientifically with my brother who studied physics about why a certain fish died, we suggested lack of gills to survive in water, but it was shown it had gills and gave a clue as to what activates the gills and we didn't know and he gave the answer potstopium (my guess of spelling as he didn't spell it) I googled it no search word lol. Later on in the dream some smart people like tv series who are supposed genius', pen and teller were in my head but they looked like someone else I asked same question they cheated by going to the room where the guy who asked the question to us and said pot stopium too, lol. What is pot-stopium, they said some cell which activates the cell or process. my first thought was when asked the question hydration or evaporation, i know lame lol, which was wrong, but it was one of those moments when you recall seeing the answer in the form of a diagram, even though it was wrong lol. I am 70% certain that was the answer but the smart guys def said pot stopium but 30% i think he said tee potstopium lol.

So supposedly potstopium is responsible for the activation of the gills. 
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So, verily, with every difficulty, there is relief.
Holy Quran 94:5
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Measuring reminder:
5 toe to heel steps = 148cm
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�Strength comes from the legs, Power comes from the torso and Speed comes from the arm.� � Al Vermeil

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