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husham123
Famous Hero
Yes
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posted May 23, 2015 10:01 PM |
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Secret 
Also, it's TOTALLY true.
Maybe is because the Penaltyes are watching me from the window 
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What the darn-diddily-doodily did you just say about me, you little witcharooney? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Springfield Bible College, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 23, 2015 10:05 PM |
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Secrets are made to be revealed. Spill it.
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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husham123
Famous Hero
Yes
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posted May 23, 2015 10:14 PM |
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You said it here.
I used to watch the older avatars, so 
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What the darn-diddily-doodily did you just say about me, you little witcharooney? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Springfield Bible College, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted June 27, 2015 07:47 PM |
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i was on a military installation or something off-limits to the general public, and me and whoever i was with was escorted off the base(?) by 2 uniformed guards(military dress). i was walking up this street, leading away from the place, and i was going to go get a vehicle to run those 2 guards over(for some reason, i was really pissed that we weren't allowed to be there in the middle of the night, just snowing around). anyway, a bunch of people showed up behind us(as we walked away from the place); a crowd that kept getting bigger. suddenly, a huge altercation took place, and a bunch of cops materialized out of the crowd, and all of the cops were stomping and beating this smaller group of people.
dreams being what they are, i heard the stomping and thumping of the nightsticks from 50 or so feet away. the sound was like i was right there next to them, even with my ear up to their body to register internal damage. i remember thinking, "isn't anyone going to do anything?", and then i heard someone say, "that snow ain't right, man", and then the crowd of people got into the fray, and it was chaos after that. pretty vivid violence. so me and this black girl i was with(and a few other people), were getting away from it all, when shots started ringing out. then lots of people were running. these weren't handgun shots; they were rifle shots, the kind that have mags, because a lot of shots were going off. a soldier had went berserk, and was killing a lot of people with an ar. i guess he had a lot of mags. anyway, we were still trying to seperate ourselves from the violence, when we saw him coming our way.
i remember thinking, "snow, if he loses his gun near us, they'll end up confusing me as the killer, and i'll go to prison"(don't ask me why, it was a dream). so he gets near us, and i start talking him up, trying to relate to him. it ended up being pretty easy; we sat down on a bench next to one another, and he was talking, and i was relating, and then he said he was going to kill himself, because he had nothing left to live for. i started talking him out of it, relating to him and whatnot, and i remember thinking that i could actually help this guy. so he put the rifle in his mouth, and we started walking away. i called back to him, turning around, "hey, we're going, do you want to come with us? come on, man." he ended up giving in, and coming with us, and deciding to not commit suicide. i was pretty emotional about it, as was he. if i could give the guy hope and let him know that everything was going to be all right(and he realized this), even after everything that happened... anyway, we ran up to one another and i hugged him real tight. i saw the black girl i was with get upset, because he had killed a bunch of people, so i ran to her and gave her a tight hug too, wanting her to feel the moment. she gave in, and everything was ok.
so now we all traveled together, and ended up in some building that had been pretty much taken over by all kinds of riff-raff(lol). i ended up getting seperated from the group, and found myself in some room, with some girl. she was a punk rock chick, and she was really cute. i was chatting her up about this and that(can't remember, just general get-to-know-you chat), and i was getting closer and closer to her(we were really hitting it off). i remember looking down(i was lying on my side near her), and seeing that she didn't have any panties on, and her pussy was popping out of her tight shorts(she had her legs up, and her shorts were riding up into her pussy). i started commenting on it, and then i grabbed the labia sticking out with my thumb and forefinger and pinched softly, feeling how fat and squishy it was(lol). i was really admiring her beautiful pussy, and telling her how awesome( ) it was. she was giggling, eating all the pussy-attention up. she was totally digging it. so of course, as per my nature, i got down to business; pulled the shorts out of her pussy, and made enough room for a more proper inspection. squeezing here and there, massaging her, caressing her. commenting all the time on how beautiful her pussy was, and giving her vocal feedback on everything i was feeling/smelling/touching. then i got down to it, and spread her open. i commented on how wet she was, she giggled, then i started using my mouth on her. licking all the moisture around near the top, around her clit, down into her opening, and back up again; really digging her flavor and how into all this she was(her boyfriend was in the bathroom not ten feet away, with the door open. which is not usual for me, because i don't mess around with connected girls).
so anyway, i'm eating her out, going to town on her, taking my time, giving her my best(she was a rad chick, i was really digging everything about her), and i slid my hands up under her shirt as she wrested her legs on my shoulders and back. she wasn't wearing a bra either, which made me ever hotter for her. i was massaging her tits and playing with her nipples, and now i started sucking on her clit and the top of her pussy with force, alternating with my tongue around and over her clit, soft pressure, harder pressure, back to soft again(you get the idea, lol). she was starting to tense up and shake, so i intensified my pleasurings as she rode out the orgasm for a couple minutes or so. i was totally head-over-heels with this girl.
so i stop, after she relaxes again, and look up with what i'm sure would be a very wet smile(i could feel her juices all over most of my face), and then i get up, and get busy doing something else, chatting to her while i do whatever else it was that i did(here my memory of the dream gets a little fuzzy). i remember cutting my hair(i had parts of it dyed blonde? the snow?), and was getting ready to leave the building, all while trying to conceal an ak in my pants and coat. then i woke up.
hope that wasn't too lewd, but i wanted to describe exactly as i remembered the dream. i feel myself now, missing this punk rock girl. i haven't seen one since forever, in real life. i think i fell in love in the dream, or something.
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Tsar-Ivor
Promising
Legendary Hero
Scourge of God
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posted June 27, 2015 07:54 PM |
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Now that I'm going to bed at normal times I finally started dreaming proper dreams again (won't last, going to prolly go back to my old routine once I leave again  ), I don't remember anything coherent, all I know is that they gave me the feels that I only ever get a couple of times a year, damn shame too. Dumb that I feel more alive while asleep than I do IRL, don't get me wrong not that I don't have fun or anything like that, it's just that I don't feel any pressure on any real need to do anything, I have no obligations no duties, hell sometimes I even neglect my own damn hunger. Worst thing is, that when I dream I feel alive, I have feels that I can't even conceive, and it's eating away at me.
Also fred, you're a damn perv you know that right  .
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted June 28, 2015 08:47 AM |
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Tsar-Ivor said:
I have feels that I can't even conceive, and it's eating away at me.
i have those both in real life, as well as in dreams. i don't really know which is more powerful; they both hit awfully hard, and they both make my life a living hell. i've been having my own sleep problems lately, among other things.
Tsar-Ivor said:
Also fred, you're a damn perv you know that right .
i'm a passionate man.
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Pawek_13
Supreme Hero
Maths, maths everywhere!
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posted August 24, 2015 10:21 AM |
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Today I had a strange dream. In it, a penalty was applied... by Herry. I didn't understand why he did that - this post was neither offensive nor spam. I begged him to change his decision but he remained adamant. It was a terrifying experience.
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Neraus
Promising
Legendary Hero
Pain relief cream seller
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posted August 24, 2015 12:48 PM |
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So, as it seems obvious from this, I tend to note my best dreams.
Some nights ago I had this one:
I was in my house with my extended family, my cousin brought to me a postcard of an haunted house based on a castle of that part of Sicily, the postcard had already an haunted feeling, I heard screams from that and a sense of discomfort, but we went there nonetheless.
So, we got in line to enter, there were those wire thingies that held the line, we found a second entrance to the facility though, me and my brother entered from there and surprise! It was a meeting of some role players for some kind of team game, one team had to dress up as elves and the other as some kind of dark elves (DAMN YOU 50 SHADES OF PURPLE) or some other things that sadly I don't remember.
We get in the dressing room, we prepare, we discover that we have to go in another castle to play, so me and my brother go home to get some things, we then went to this other castle, we ate dinner and entered the room.
A flash blinded me, I was suddenly Gimli and my brother Aragorn, we had to fight some orcs, then we proceeded into some halls and we were greeted by some kind of knight who complimented us for our costumes and then invited us to a banquet.
But then everything vanished, and I wake up...
Another from my archives is shorter, but great nonetheless, I lived in a castle, in a wooden room on the walls, I was there with a woman, when suddenly a dragon came and started spewing fire on everything, the room eventually burned and I got my weapons in the mean time, the sad thing though, just as I was about to jump on the dragon to kill it the dream ended...
I tend to be disappointed by my dreams for this reason, even if they have these great stories.
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Noli offendere Patriam Agathae quia ultrix iniuriarum est.
ANTUDO
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Tsar-Ivor
Promising
Legendary Hero
Scourge of God
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posted October 24, 2015 01:59 PM |
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Just had one of the most realistic dreams, it was all first person (sometimes my dreams hover or I teleport to another dream and it all becomes random incoherent mesh not this time).
Anyway, I awoke in the woods, the first thing I see is my right leg folded upward and my left leg stretched out and I had a short blanket on me, and a thick tree to my right. First thing that takes my notice is my jackboots, and a thought occurs to me, as to why I'm not cold/freezing like I normally am when i sleep outside. There's a girl hanging by a rope upside down from the tree who greeted me, and altough she's the only one I see, I know that we're not alone and there's others around us (other people of the same group/condition/companions). She's hanging around 1m from the ground rather clumsily trying to get her balance.
Next segment is my older brother bringing us food out in the woods, I eat sparsely trying to calculate what my correct portion is since all he said was eat.
Then Idk what happens (I know there were no skips like there normally is, but for the life of me I can't remember ), so then we somehow end up at a military research facility, or something like that idk what it was, all I knew that it was an ultra modern looking building that did something important for the military and it did research, idk if it was specific or general. Anyway, we park the car at this point there's three of us, I'm in the back seat with two of my bros (i have 8 of those ) in the front, the outside gate/fence was unmanned (or we took them out prior no idea all I know is there was no struggle getting into the grounds).
Then I began smashing up the place from the outside, the building was all glass with steel partitions and supports kinda like a modern skyscraper, but it wasn't that tall, three stories high if I had to make a guess. Anyway, I was tossing these small things around at the supports and the corner posts of the building, I threw them and they went where I wanted, I threw them without care for how many I had so must've been well supplied. After tossing a dozen I felt comfortable that I got one on every support/corner (it wasn't a rectangular building either, idk what it was bad that thought came to me in the dream too). Then as we walked away from the building a jeep pulled up beside us (there was an outer fence then a car park outside this building) I was about to ready my gun but two small plips and they go unconscious/dead. As we drive away I press something on my hip and bam, the top section of the building collapses in an explosion and all but 1 of the sides remains standing.
We begin saying what kind of research they could've been conducting and we should've investigated more before blowing it up (they were lamenting at my eagerness to blow the place up in a hurry).
Then we drive down a road into town a short way away, I hide behind the seat when we pass two traffic lights (idk why), and then my bro does some snazzy parking trick that lands us in a parking spot right next to an army vehicle packed to the brim with soldiers. I was about to get out but the soldiers were getting out of their vehicle too gittering amongst themselves, i beckoned them to go first (cars were too close so I couldn't get out if there was a human in the way). At this point we heard they were speaking hungarian, and both my bros gave this angry look at me, then the one sitting in the left tossed the keys to me for some reason (to lock up but idk why he wanted me to). Then when I get out and insert the key I hear one of the soldiers ask if we can speak Magyar in a harmless/chatty way (they were mid conversation as well so it followed a "flow" of gittyness), they asked in Hungarian, and I really really wanted to ignore them, and I knew that I'd be in deep **** if I replied for some reason that's beyond me.
As I inserted the key to twist it, I blurted out "Orosz", which means Russian, didn't feel like I was lying either, but I still felt bad. The soldiers were laughing I could understand them perfectly, but I couldn't start a conversation it's as if I couldn't speak hungarian at all.
Anyway when I replied I felt like I ****ed up majorly.
And that's it finito.
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"No laughs were had. There is only shame and sadness." Jenny
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted October 29, 2015 05:02 PM |
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i remember one part of a prior dream: watching a simple layout drawing on a wall that i had added people to(in the spirit of "you are here" dots on a map), grow, move, and start fighting one another. i think the bigger dots were dinosaurs.
then came the final dream before awakening: i had accidentally wandered into a 4chan gathering inside a building. there were only 10 or so of us there. moot was there too; he started the entertainment by drawing things on the walls of the large room we were in with a piece of chalk. i told him to use his eye to draw pictures with it(clench it with his eyelid muscles). after i said that he started taking different suggestions, and he was tallying all of the suggestions by finding which anon would do what(it was an anon vs anon thing). he would find which anon would be in the vs match by bouncing this huge kidney off of one trash can lid to another across the room, and it would bounce back to the other side, like a game of kidney tennis or organ ping pong. whenever the kidney stopped bouncing and went into the trash, that was how we knew who got picked(as one person would be assigned a trash can).
then some tall really thin girl showed up, clearly some outcast that belonged. i remember all the guys went quiet because they didn't want to say anything stupid(they were all looking to get laid, lol). which is weird, because there was another girl sitting behind me on a couch(i was sitting on the floor between her legs, and we were all watching a projector screen), and she looked way better, but they only went quiet for the new girl. maybe it was femanon overload and they didn't know how to cope with it? 
so anyway, moot left the group(we were all chatting and waiting for the next entertainment), and brought this other guy out from a back room, who came and sat down on a couch, with moot standing in front of him. the guy was bald; his whole head was colored in different-colored sharpies so that he looked like freddy krueger, and he claimed to be very drunk. that's when moot whipped out the giant kidney that he had been using as a judging ball for assigning dare responsibilities(about the size of a large cooked turkey and a half), and started feeding it to the guy by shoving it in his mouth. the guy stoically chewed the first huge bite, then promptly threw up; at which point moot(with a deadpan blank look on his face) shoved more in. he kept force-feeding this drunk more and more of the kidney, and getting more forceful each time; to where he was shoving his whole fist, full of kidney-flesh, into the guy's mouth. the guy only threw up the one time; he chewed the rest and swallowed it admirably. we were cheering him on.
now that i've typed that out, i see how the dream was actually a metaphor for what goes on in /b/. 
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted January 11, 2016 04:22 PM |
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i dreamt that howard wollowitz(the jewish guy from "big bang theory") was found to be "the oracle". he, some other unknown people, and members of my family, climbed inside this egyptian pyramid(which, oddly enough, was in the states). inside the pyramid, stairs went every which way(horizontally, vertically, upside-down), and so did the walls and rooms(floor decor was on the walls and ceilings; what you would normally find on the ceiling would be on the walls and floors). the walls, ceilings, and floors all had weird designs carved into the stone. the entire insides of the pyramid was decorated this way, with every foot covered in weird designs(not heiroglyphics(sp?), but something that looked alien). in the very center of the pyramid, there was a square cut out of the wall, and inlaid was some kind of control box(which only consisted of 4 metal toggle switches; one for each corner of the square). i flipped all four, and the pyramid came to life(turns out, it was a space ship). howard said some incantation, and the pyramid closed up(the better to not be sucked into space once we were out of orbit). then, we were off into space.
i asked howard, if by traveling at light speed, would we travel forward in time; leaving everyone on earth far in the past. he said yes. i looked around, and seeing that everyone i that i wanted to be there, was. so with only feeling a small tinge of regret for everyone left on earth that none of us would ever see again, we took off into the galaxy.
as we traveled, i asked howard about our food and oxygen supply. he told me that oxygen was provided by the pyramid itself, as well as any food we desired(it just appeared as soon as you wanted it). so, quite pleased, i went to find a spot to sit down. turns out, the seating wasn't adequate enough, and i had to rest myself on a pool lounge chair(we were seated around a pool) that was occupied by some unknown woman. i was talking to another unknown chick(sitting next to the woman), and she said that none of us had to wear clothes if we didn't want to, and could have sex wherever and whenever, with whoever. basically, this spaceship pyramid was a kind of utopia. i sat back, resting myself on the woman already sitting on the chair, thinking of who i was going to snow first, with giant plate-glass windows behind me and curving away from me, that let in the light of the stars in space, and the star that was close enough to light everything inside quite nicely.
never had that dream before. 
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Drakon-Deus
Undefeatable Hero
Qapla'
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posted January 11, 2016 07:53 PM |
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Last one I remember: I was at a train station with my best friend from school and my oldest friend from childhood, still talk to them in RL.
The station was deserted but with their help we got past the barriers and we were about to buy tickets and when for the "ghost train" when I realised I had no money. They couldn't help me either even if they tried, made phone calls and stuff...no use.
Then my father came and very protective told me he'll get me out of the predicament, acting more fatherly than the real one ever did.
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Tsar-Ivor
Promising
Legendary Hero
Scourge of God
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posted February 01, 2016 05:33 PM |
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Had a dream that I was dying, had a sharp pain in my side, and somehow I knew that the end is close. I travelled home to see my family to say good bye to them I recall embracing my mother and one of my sisters, with no recollection of the rest. Then I find myself back here in my apartment and everything is grey and bleak, despite having lived here for ages the atmosphere was different, and I remember feeling completely comfortable with what was about to come, just wished the circumstances were more personalized (tho not that it would change much, or does it? Who knows)? Then I closed eyes and got ready for whatever was to come, and a question was asked, likely by me, whether I want to die? If yes I would be released immediately, tho my situation wouldn't necessarily improve (dunno what that meant, just a feeling I had). I said yes at first, then I went no as if I had all the time in the world to make my choice.
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"No laughs were had. There is only shame and sadness." Jenny
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted February 03, 2016 06:24 PM |
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had a lot of dreams last night.
1. i was the lone survivor on a jet liner crash in the ocean. i inflated a life raft, and once aboard, paddled to a buoy on the outskirts of an island. from there, i made my way to some brick wall, and when i got over it, found people loading boats. i had arrived at some kind of merchant station; what looked like pirates were loading these boats(looked like barges, if i remember correctly; which doesn't make sense, as they were docked next to a vast ocean), and i sneaked into the crowd, past the pirates. i tried to blend in, as apparently someone had been trying to kill me, which is why the plane went down; and they were on this island, so i couldn't let them know i was still alive. i roamed through what looked like a vast, tightly-packed market somewhere in the middle east. some turkish soldiers(everything but the plane, buoy, and liferaft were from the middle ages) spotted me, and the chase was on. i somehow lost them, and ended up in:
2. a post-apocalyptic transformer world. everything moving was a transformer, including myself(there were rusted spare parts everywhere, kind of like a robotics junkyard). the transformer colony i stumbled upon were very poor in defense and offense: they had no firepower whatsoever, and in fact, didn't know how to even make ranged weapons. which was bad, since apparently the turkish market i had just run from, was now where the bad transformers(or decepticons) lived. the rag-tag group i had run into were also survivors; apparently it was bad transformers, or decepticons, who had destroyed the world; and who were looking for stragglers, to finish the job.
so anyway, since the large-ish group didn't have any gunpowder for shells, or the power useable to convert into laser cannons(they were all running off of scrapped semi batteries, and were repaired from truck parts), i attempted to teach them how to make harpoons using a hand-cranking winch and the other assorted metal parts to make harpoon guns to defend themselves without close contact.
that's when some older transformer, larger than myself, came after me. apparently he thought i was one of the bad guys. and once he thought it and called me out, they all started attacking me. from out of nowhere i was dodging huge chunks of concrete that they were launching at me(apparently, they already had range weapons; at least catapults). so i'm dodging these chunks of concrete, and trying to put distance between myself and them, with the older transformer(apparently their leader, even though he had just been unearthed and brought back to life) closing the distance.
i found a niche cut out of a mountain(i think), and ran into the rocky ravine, where i was going to dig a hole to escape them all. the ravine/niche/valley was cut out of dirt, rock, brick, and stone(some kind of ancient city had been there, but over the eons it had been covered, much like a fossil would. it was only uncovered by what looked like a landslide, or a flow of water. it was tight on both sides of the ravine, straight cut out of the ground. like, hallway tight, with the sides of the ravine reaching up some 50 feet past my reach). so i'm making my way to the end of it, and was busy scooping dirt and stone out of the end, so that i could at least extract whatever was my power source, and hide it in the hole, so that i could be revived later, should they attempt to destroy me. i'm scooping so much dirt/brick/stone(and it was pretty easy, the earth was very crumbly and wet), that i was able to continually widen the hole enough to keep digging, even though i was starting to bring the ravine down on me.
then, the older transformer found the entrance to the ravine/washout, and started making his way toward me, talking about how he was going to "enjoy disassembling me" or something. i could see that he was blind with his insanity, and would never be able to be reasoned with. i felt bad doing it, but i had to start pulling chunks out of the ravine walls, to bring it down on him. i brought a ton or so of dirt, brick, and stone down on him(everything was reddish-brown). lastly, i covered his head with dirt. as soon as everything came down on him, he appeared to go to sleep(or standby, lol), and was peaceful when i covered his head with dirt. then as i was making my way out of the ravine/washout, i woke up.
first time ever dreaming i was a transformer, though i've dreamt about them before; probably as a kid.
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fred79
Disgraceful
Undefeatable Hero
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posted March 02, 2016 09:09 PM |
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dreamt that i was on a cruise ship. i was checking out all the food being served(i had gone to bed hungry, lol), and stacking my plate. then i went up to the top deck, to check out the view while i ate. it was night, and the sea was dark. after eating my food, i wandered down onto the first deck, and started checking out the females; trying to get some of them to come back to my room. i had gotten a couple, and we were heading back, when we heard a lot of people yelling and screaming. fearing something that would sink the ship, i left the two i was luring back to my room, and went back to the top deck; pushing my way past people. once on the top deck again, i was trying to find what the clamor was about; and i promptly spotted it. there was a glow in the water, and a big one. as the ship passed over it, i was able to make out the shape of a head. it was cthulhu. he had awakened.
from my vantage point, i knew i was the only one who saw what we had passed over, and the only one who knew what the glow meant. just then, the sea came alive with huge waves. we were definitely going to sink. waves hit the front of the ship, and poured into it, washing crowds of people away. i tore ass down into the ship, in an attempt to both find the 2 that i had been taking back to my room, and to have one last snowing. i had only made it to the 2nd deck, when cthulhu rose from the ocean; no longer glowing, but a very dark and glistening faded blue. with him, other beings came, that clung to black islands of rock that had to be r'lyeh(i knew it was r'lyeh because the rocks were of weird designs and shapes molded together to form buildings). the other beings started jumping onto the ship's first deck by the dozens, and then i returned my attention to once again finding the two i was going to snow(before we died), since the deep ones(which all looked like the creature from the black lagoon) mated(raped, actually) with human females to produce offspring, and the females never lived through the birthing process. so, one last screw for me, and i would be content dying afterward.
but i didn't find them. instead, i found dozens of deep ones, tearing through the crowd, killing every male, and capturing every female. and since i was of the former, i knew i would be dead before getting laid one last time(). so i figured i'd appeal to them, and started chanting(as they closed the distance with their killing and abducting) "hail cthulhu! cthulhu fhtagn!", on my knees, with my arms thrust in the air and my hands throwing up something like cthulhu gang signs(lol). so anyway, as they knocked me down and wounded me, and as i lay there still chanting and bleeding out(my sight was actually darkening), one of them stood over me and held it's webbed-hand out, and a ball of glowing light grew from it, shining down on me. and i started changing. i was no longer human(for the most part), but i was becoming a deep one myself(complete with real-deal creature-from-the-black-lagoon body and head).
but suddenly, the deep ones began retreating, as they were being attacked(cthulhu was nowhere to be found, as the ship had made it back to land). so there i was, the transformation incomplete(i looked like a deep one, but i had the face of patrick bateman embedded in all that black fish/amphibian skin):
this was actually the face i saw reflected back at me when i looked in a reflective surface. wtf. so anyway, i was feeling the hatred from all these people who had just seen deep ones kill off and take off with so many humans. i knew what it felt like to be hated because of my race, lol(). as i made my way through the crowd that was making it's way off the ship, i found i was still hungry(i woke up starving, lol. gonna post this before i eat, because i don't want to forget), i started plucking food from plates that had been left to cool next to vendors that were selling fresh-fried fish(by REAL FISHERMAN, no less. ). so i'm filling my plate with a pile of fried fish and other goodies, and i'm tearing into them like the deep ones probably tore into the females they captured for baby-making reasons. as i'm eating and finding people who will accept me for my mostly deep one/patrick bateman countenance, i woke up.
lol, never dreamt that before. never realized how funny it was until i typed it all out.
edit: realized i had put "latter" instead of "former".
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realized i had made a 3rd post, so i moved this here:
among my 12-hours-of-sleep bonanza, i dreamt i was a time-traveling journalist, bent on discovering the truth behind racism in the 50's. that was interesting.
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dreamt that i was a soldier stationed on a space station, in the future. don't remember details.
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4/3/16: dreamt i was in an apocalyptic aftermath world(again). a traveling companion and myself were meeting someone else, and he had us leave our guns on his porch(i had an AR and a pistol, my traveling companion had an M60). as we went inside his home and were discussing some sort of trade with him, the man looked out the window and saw that we were under attack by a group of raiders. i opened the door and saw them running toward the home not 25 feet away(why they didn't just open fire, i don't know. perhaps they were trying to conserve ammo). i picked up my traveling companions' M60 from the porch, aimed it at the closest guy's chest, and pulled the trigger. click. we had had to unload our weapons before we left them, so i was holding an empty M60. i dropped the gun and slammed the door moments before the guy got onto the porch and hit the door, causing it to shudder. i escaped out the back of the house(i don't know where the hell the other two guys went to, suddenly i was alone), and made my way to a car where i took off down a road.
so i'm traveling down this road, and all of a sudden, day is night, and now there's a cop behind me, with his searchlight blazing into my car. i make a left turn and casually put my seatbelt while i'm in his blind spot(i remember that i was totally drunk, and i knew that i was going to jail; but i was trying to take precautions anyway. i remember also trying to figure out how i'm going to explain to this cop just HOW or WHY i'm driving this car, drunk, from the back seat of the vehicle, lol).
anyway, the dream glitches and i end up in the back cab of some lady's SUV that was driving in front of me, accompanied by this decent-sized pile of manilla folders containing evidence of various people's crimes. she hands me one, and says, "these are pictures of you as you ran a red light on so-and-so date. you were riding with so-and-so, and these are the charges you'll face and why." i'm looking at these pictures, and instead of a picture showing me driving a car, they're pictures of guns on my car seats. i wondered in the dream, how in the hell they got photo's of the INSIDE of my car, apparently from the top down(as if they had hidden hi-def camera's attached to the ceiling-liner of my car).
so anyway, a female cop comes to the back of the SUV, and asks for my license and registration. i give them to her, and then she asks me to open my gun case, which contains an AR. she takes the AR, and removes the bolt assembly from it, then lays the rifle back down in the gun case.
seeing as how i had hidden my other two guns under the piles of manilla folders in the back of the other lady's SUV, i was a clean search otherwise.
then, the SUV driver pulls off, with my guns inside them, and the female cop leaves immediately afterward, with the bolt assembly to my AR. i realized i had been ripped off by a pair of elaborate female raiders.
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the last dream i had before waking, was dreaming that i was famous or rich or something; and girls were doing everything they could to seduce me left and right. i was loving every bit of it: fingering the girls who bent over with no skirts to their obvious enjoyment, grabbing handfuls of various tits and ass every few seconds as they gathered around to titillate me, and sucking the nipple of a girl who was bold enough to sit on my aroused lap with her bare chest exposed right in my face(her left nipple rested right on my mouth when she sat down on me in her short-ass, cut-off jean shorts). i woke up hard, but at least i wasn't wet. very pleasant end to a dream sequence.
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NoobX
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posted May 18, 2016 05:37 PM |
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Edited by NoobX at 18:08, 19 May 2016.
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There were a lot of things that I dreamed about. Only one that I remember clearly, though.
Summer. Afternoon. Perfect for doing nothing productive at all. I'm back home and chilling in my room. Music playing on my headphones, I loll on my bed and stare at the wall. All of a sudden, my brother comes inside and tells me that there's someone on the parking lot whom I'd like to see. Who could it be? I ask myself, but I don't bother to think about it.
Now here's a bit of info about my home to help you visualize the scene:
It's built on a hill, and the only path down leads to the main road. It's not a long, winding path that leads to the some dark castle of some evil necromancer (yet!); it goes straight upwards for ~12 meters, makes a turn of almost ninety degrees and continues for around six meters before it meets with the concrete (of my home's small courtyard). Across the road is a large parking space and below it - the Danube river itself.
After what I would say is a couple of hours, something clicks in my head and I figure out who my brother was talking about.
You'd know who that is if you've been reading my posts, but anyway:
At first I decide against going down. Whatever, I think to myself. But I couldn't do it - I couldn't just allow myself to not utilize an opportunity like this.
Actually, this is cheesy, really cheesy, so if you don't like stuff like this, sorry for making you read this whole post in the first place.
My heart starts pounding stronger, I feel uneasy. That's it - I'm going!
I run down the path as fast as my feet can carry me. She's preparing to enter a car and leave.
"Wait", I shout.
She turns her head and looks at me. Eyes of an angel, trully a magnificent trait. I have tried, I think to myself, I have tried and failed because I'm an idiot. I've waited for too long.
But I am caught off guard as she makes her way to me, arms wide open. We embrace eachother. We're locked in a hug.
I actually can't remember hugging someone IRL with such passion. Yet this seemed so real. So sincere.
"I was worried you wouldn't come", she says. We still hold eachother tightly.
"I'm sorry, I thought this wasn't for real", I answer.
"What do you feel? Is that real?" she asks.
"No force could make it any more real that it can possibly be", I respond and kiss her forhead.
And so it ends. It felt amazing. I don't know what to make of it anymore. Part of me says that there is something hidden in our dreams, a secret connection between people. The other part, clearly more rational than the other, believes that this is nothing but a load of baloney. All in all, I don't know what to make of all of this. Opinions?
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Door knob resembles anus tap.
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Tsar-Ivor
Promising
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Scourge of God
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posted May 18, 2016 06:03 PM |
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I wasn't going to share this cause it might shed light onto my unscrupulous character.
I had a dream that some young woman showed up at my room's door claiming to be a prozzy, I took one look at the innocent face and just slammed the door, and went back to my business. Idk how much time lapsed but next I opened my door she was just standing against the wall twidling her thumbs innocently, my house mate gave me an evil look too, so I dragged her into my room and slammed it shut, (I believed someone was playing a practical joke or sumthin, not just the prozzie thing but she looked so cute and innocent prolly confused as well). I try to find out who she is and she begins to undress, at that point I couldn't resist, my god idk how I conjured up such sweetness, the ultra-moist skin and flesh, before I knew it I was face deep in her cooch among other things.
Next morning I awake alone in the room feeling rather guilty, first instinct is to find her, I rush out the door into the rain without even putting shoes on (and I assume I had some clothes on), at that point I realized I didn't even know what name to call out, it's when I really started to feel like a jackass. I ran to a nearby fair for some reason I expected her to try to steal some food (I got the impression that she was utterly clueless about the world and probably homeless too) so I asked around to see if a girl was caught stealing (no idea why, I'm a totally different person in my dream it seems). Eventually I come across 3 nuns they've not taken notice of me, but I recognized one of their faces, at that point my dream kinda just ends/last thing I recall.
Funnily enough, despite all that I didn't wake up in a puddle of my own semen so there's that.
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fred79
Disgraceful
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posted May 19, 2016 06:47 AM |
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NoobX said:
All in all, I don't know what to make of all of this. Opinions?
dreams help bridge the gap between reality and fantasy. i've never connected to anyone via dreams(that i can remember, anyway). i'd say it's just your longing manifesting itself. enjoy the dream and bask in what it made you feel, but i don't think you should take it for some kind of unseen connection. that's what maniacs who kidnap girls do. and you know how everyone feels about them...
just enjoy the dream, and don't let it depress you because reality may be different. think of it like a ray of sunshine through clouds; it'll be back again one day, and you'll be able to enjoy it again.
i'll tell you, noobx, that focusing on any one girl(if she isn't into you), is unhealthy in many different ways for you. not only does that negativity from a desired connection between someone specific not becoming reality harmful to your psyche, but it's actually harmful to your physical body as well.
that's why i tell you to move on. anyone who rejects you isn't worth your time; because life is short. i know i preach alot to you and i know you're probably tired of it, but you could benefit from what i'm saying. i spent years in your specific mire; and when i broke free from it, i found that i could be much happier even without it. if you really love her, give her well-wishings in your heart(i know, i know; gayyyyyyy), and move on. like a deer that you spot in the wild on a nature hike.
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted May 19, 2016 10:41 PM |
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Yes, I understand what you want to say. I also understand that there's plenty o' fish in the sea. It's just that, no matter how hard I've tried not thinking about her, she came back every time. In my dreams. That's how it started again.
If you remember, back in mid-2013 I was head over heels for her. It lasted for some time, but high school pretty much made me get over her as I was busy with studying; at least for some time...
Late September of 2014. Everything as usual. And then, suddenly, a dream - she was there; we talked. That's all I can say with certainty. Next morning I woke up all sweaty, I felt strange, I thought about her and the dream the whole day.
That night I couldn't sleep. That night I wrote a poem about it, about what I felt and how I felt. I started viewing the world through different eyes, trying to find logic in this. I witnessed a myriad of coincidences that only helped me lose ground and fall in love with her more.
Now look at me, a year and eight months later - the feeling is still strong. She keeps coming back.
I gave up on many things in my life, but I don't seem to be able to give up on this. The uncertainty bothers me, though. I've never gotten the chance to talk to her alone. The fact that we live far from eachother doesn't help at all.
I've tried looking for other girls, yes, but it doesn't seem right; I don't feel good about it.
There, that's what I could come up with in my defence.
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Tsar-Ivor
Promising
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posted May 19, 2016 10:49 PM |
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Can't be as bad as me, literally lived my life thinking that if I ever embrace who I am I'd only get to enjoy it for a brief moment before it leads to my utter destruction. But in recent days I find myself smiling almost all the time I can't help it, I'm in love with this world. Dunno why or how but I feel like not that I don't care, but am willing to see my life through to no matter what end, if I find out that am some demon who relishes other people's misery then so be it, but am done bein' afraid of myself, I just want to live ^^'
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