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last night i dreamt that sine707's password was 'medicine'. fuck knows what this actually means. no, i haven't tried it (yet). |
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profetic dreams.......hmmmm...... |
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It's not :) |
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tried it did you? ;) |
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identity crisis??? ;) I dream the weirdest things. waking up. Discovering that my bed and I are in the middle of a busy street. And nobody pays attention to me, like it's normal. Like theres a guy sleeping in a bed on the pavement on every streetcorner. And you know what... THAT FREAKS ME OUT |
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No but I can be surre it's not. |
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dreaming about the messageboard surely means that you are mentally sound and healthy. *deletes dobbin from messenger buddy list* |
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i dream about this mb often too... damn i cannot remember my dream of last night. i remember it was suprisingly not sad as i thought it would be... when i try to remember it, i think of... just an impression of green and weird plants, dust... dirt... a city... a.. - nevermind, i'm probably just improvising all that, i cannot remember. |
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it's so weird, how dreams fade away quickly from the memory °_° and there are much more insignificant things (i.e. reality) that i remember a lot better... |
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Last night, I dreamt Brittany Murphy was hiding in the shadows in the corner of my bedroom. |
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When you actually start having dreams of Sine707, then I think we need to worry! ;) |
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i had a telekinesis dream resently. it was the most amazingly real and awesome dream i or anyone else has ever had. to feel everything you with for with such a sense of reality only to lose it makes "real" life not worth living |
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I dreampt about this lady from the video store who could turn herself into a spider. She then turned back and said: "I do this by cutting holes and lines in space and time." |
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Too much cheese for supper I suspect! Hehe |
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i remember yesternight's dream pretty well... i was in a very dark world, and all the people were trapped all lined up in a sort of cage/corridor which was linking brick buildings... all the people were looking a bit sad, and could only walk following the crowd to go to one building to another through that cage/corridor... (they were staying for quite a long time in each building) - the only ones out of the cage/corridor were bald people in red sweaters and black pants. and me. i don't know why i walked towards them... and one saw me and thought i was one of the crowd of the slave/people who escaped, so he invited me very kindly (not ironic! he was pretty kind and polite) to join them, but i refused... he started to grow less polite... and got very angry as i ran towards one building which was not linked nor in bricks - it was the HQ of these bald people in red sweaters, as well as a design firm (?!)... the sky wasn't as black as before... i passed the HQ-design firm building, and there was a road who leaded to another place (city?) where there was sun and a blue sky, but the bald man was chasing me and he was running faster than me. i didn't know what to do: explode everything with a bazooka, or just quit the dream - in fact, i did both at the same time, resulting in two endings superposed in a "quantic" or something way. then there was another dream but i only remember it was fully bathed in red light and lots of parasites like on an out-of-tune (?) TV... last part was... there was a man (his name included letters like M, V, C... sounded a bit east-european to me - and my mother was afraid of it, i don't know why this detail? i don't remember she was in my dream... or maybe) included working at an organic store. he proceeded to a burial of an african man in a tree, and then i got into the shop and took a shower. i was all naked and there were other people in the store, i remember old people who looked at me with reproaching sights, and two guys who were laughing and i started laughing too as w |
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ell. and the guy who sold me the rights to use soaps in his store, and a black-haired woman in red and black clothes (like the bald guys in the dark place......) at the store who told me how to use the shower. and that's all. erm, no, maybe there was something else, but i forgot. |
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My dreams these days don't make any sense. they make perfect sense when I first wake up but then they don't because they are impossible situations and combinations of things...I can't even describe the shit I have been dreaming. |
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I'll have a gram of what uzim's on! They say that dreams are the brain's way of sorting out confusing thoughts during sleep. I almost never remember my dreams or nightmares now so either that makes me a very together guy with no psychological problems, or very dull. |
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i'm so obsepressed about school>university>work etc. lately... damn... Y_Y |
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