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wut did u dream about last night
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2022-05-06 at 7:52 AM UTC
Originally posted by smokemon Last night dream:
It all started with my best friend's mom and my mom arguing. I was observing them argue. They got mad and started catfighting, throwing girly punches and pulling each other's hair. After a minute or two of them fighting, my friend's mom got my mom in a headlock and was choking her out. I was like "Oh HELL NAW," and ran up and punched his mom really hard in the face. After I hit her, she let go of my mom and stated angrily "I'm calling the police!" As she took out her phone and dialed 911, I ran. The whole rest of the dream I was running through random neighborhoods I didn't recognize trying to evade the police. Kind of like in GTA, as I ran I could hear police radio chatter in my head. At one point I went up to a bystander and tried to ask him where the fuck I was, but after I asked him he was like "Wait, aren't you that guy the police are after" I randomly produced a revolver pistol from my waistband and shoved it in his face. He ran off scared and I continued my way cutting through people's backyards and stuff. After awhile, I found a deck in someone's backyard and hid under the deck. While I was hiding there, I pulled out a phone and was trying to figure out where the hell I was looking at a map on the phone screen. Then the dream suddenly ended while I was looking at the map.
My mother and your mother were hanging out clothes and my mother punched your mother right in the nose. What color was the blood? -
2022-05-06 at 8:24 AM UTC
Originally posted by Lodger Free Isn't that a masonic lucifarian thingamabob?
The ex husband of my sister and father of her kid was one
I think. Someone in the fam hinted towards it
no, it's very different
the idea that this world was created by an 'evil' god, and the 'good' god of the new testament is beyond it and outside our reach -
2022-05-10 at 5:45 PM UTCMy dreams don’t feel like my own lately:
It was this bungalow in the countryside at night, full of antiques, from the 16-1800s. My old bedroom was boarded up so I was trying to sleep in the living room, then I noticed this wooden figurine walking about, like a garden ornament. I thought it was possessed by my dad’s ghost. I phoned some company and was put on hold, then a voice said “Hey, I love you. Bye.” and hung up. The figurine started to come to life, by breathing in my human dust, that’s how it got flesh. I could see its bones, it was midget size and wearing a blue waistcoat. Then there were a few others sitting around the coffee table, I thought they were going to have a seance but no, they also wanted to consume my flesh. I was disconcerted as the room became more crowded. There was another human there, they warned me about someone irl and I told them they shouldn’t worry about me. The scary part, I wanted to get into the boarded up room, I went outside to find the door and started crawling through a pitch black opening, could feel hay or grass but saw nothing. -
2022-05-10 at 6:02 PM UTCI dreamed of setting Aldra office ablaze before rebuilding a better one.
However I received 15kUSD for my dirty deeds
Done dirt cheap! -
2022-05-16 at 12:25 PM UTCthe worst dreams are the ones where you do bad things that you normally wouldn't and it seems perfectly fine and normal until you think about it after you wake up
makes you seriously question your sense of self -
2022-05-16 at 12:28 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 12:39 PM UTCThere was this cult, under the guise it was training people. I remember walking round the building wondering how many bodies were buried under it. They drugged us and everyone went crazy. Smoking cigs and listening to Nirvana. In the bus station writing a story, about being at the beach with a girl, I told her to go when I saw there was some homeless guy doing drugs, seagulls, I was packing up, iceberg. Lauren was trying to hurt me, cult leader said it was because she loved me. I wanted to get away from her so left the station and walked home in the rain.
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2022-05-16 at 12:56 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka There was this cult, under the guise it was training people. I remember walking round the building wondering how many bodies were buried under it. They drugged us and everyone went crazy. Smoking cigs and listening to Nirvana. In the bus station writing a story, about being at the beach with a girl, I told her to go when I saw there was some homeless guy doing drugs, seagulls, I was packing up, iceberg. Lauren was trying to hurt me, cult leader said it was because she loved me. I wanted to get away from her so left the station and walked home in the rain.
sounds like one of ur typical days anyways -
2022-05-16 at 1:28 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 1:42 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 1:43 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 1:47 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka How many people do that stuff irl?
that's not the point; there are a lot of things I might do if there weren't serious consequences for them
it's not about restraint. it's a question of which identity is real, if either are and if any of the things you consider to be yourself are really fixed
what might you turn into with a blow to the right part of the head -
2022-05-16 at 1:47 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 1:48 PM UTCSeveral Russian army members have been doing similar things.
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2022-05-16 at 1:48 PM UTCU cant tell me it wouldn't be so satisfying and cathartic to throw a baby into busy traffic. Just stand on a freeway overpass, hold it by it's ankle, get a really good wind up like olympic hammer throw and just wing it as far as you can
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2022-05-16 at 1:50 PM UTC
Originally posted by Rape Monster U cant tell me it wouldn't be so satisfying and cathartic to throw a baby into busy traffic. Just stand on a freeway overpass, hold it by it's ankle, get a really good wind up like olympic hammer throw and just wing it as far as you can
I haD a dream once where I blasted a baby directly into the wheel well of an oncoming car and thought the splashback was hilarious
that was a weird one to wake up fromThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2022-05-16 at 1:52 PM UTC
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2022-05-16 at 1:52 PM UTCyeah like a hardcore NFL passThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2022-05-16 at 1:53 PM UTC
Originally posted by aldra that's not the point; there are a lot of things I might do if there weren't serious consequences for them
it's not about restraint. it's a question of which identity is real, if either are and if any of the things you consider to be yourself are really fixed
what might you turn into with a blow to the right part of the head
I have DDNOS and alters can vanish easily, it’s like a person dies and no one notices. It makes me wonder what a personality is. I think you have to invent yourself, not find yourself. It’s chaotic when I think about it too much because I want stability. To be safe I try to identify most with my dad and Irish roots. -
2022-05-16 at 1:54 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
