So I had a weird dream last night. It was cool though, normally i would have been scared out of my mind.
So I start walking down the street with my friends, get to the end and turn around to see a bunch of revolutionary war soldiers on the other side of the street. we all start freaking out and I start running back to my house, the soldiers get past my house so I know what I had to do. I took out two medium length swords and I figured I could kill them with that. My logic was, muskets were inaccurate compared to our guns....to bad I didn't have a gun. Either way I ran around defending myself and killing guys. It was fun because I chopped heads of, slit throats, stabbed people right through the chest, etc. It was cool to get the feeling to kill, in a psychotic way. So finally after me killing soldiers and soldiers killing other soldiers, I make my way to my house. There's no one running around outside so it was sort of like a zombie apocalypse thing. The lights were off in my house and I was starting to wonder if my friends made it alive. I looked out the window and there they were, walking into my neighbors house. I bolted outside to make sure no one would kill them and this guy stops me. He holds a gun to my and I pull out my swords again...yeah that's gonna save me lol. So we chill out because we realize we're both fighting for the same cause (I have no idea what cause). We talk about how it's sad there's a war on our homeland and then we make way to my neighbors house to see my friends.
I don't dream much, but when I do they're pretty vivid dreams
I know I said that but I don't know if anyone else did
The only reason I said, don't dream, is just for the sake of time lol and not having to distinguish between remembering a dream and then forgetting or dreaming and not remembering like we dream every night
I had a dream that some female came to the door and some other guy, I think a cop came to Marc's door. Told me that Marc gave me HIV. I looked at him and he just stared at me then slowly gave me a troll face. I then began beating the shit out of him. Weird dreams...
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So I start walking down the street with my friends, get to the end and turn around to see a bunch of revolutionary war soldiers on the other side of the street. we all start freaking out and I start running back to my house, the soldiers get past my house so I know what I had to do. I took out two medium length swords and I figured I could kill them with that. My logic was, muskets were inaccurate compared to our guns....to bad I didn't have a gun. Either way I ran around defending myself and killing guys. It was fun because I chopped heads of, slit throats, stabbed people right through the chest, etc. It was cool to get the feeling to kill, in a psychotic way. So finally after me killing soldiers and soldiers killing other soldiers, I make my way to my house. There's no one running around outside so it was sort of like a zombie apocalypse thing. The lights were off in my house and I was starting to wonder if my friends made it alive. I looked out the window and there they were, walking into my neighbors house. I bolted outside to make sure no one would kill them and this guy stops me. He holds a gun to my and I pull out my swords again...yeah that's gonna save me lol. So we chill out because we realize we're both fighting for the same cause (I have no idea what cause). We talk about how it's sad there's a war on our homeland and then we make way to my neighbors house to see my friends.
I don't dream much, but when I do they're pretty vivid dreams
Its just that on the nights you dont think you had one, you just dont remember it.
The only reason I said, don't dream, is just for the sake of time lol and not having to distinguish between remembering a dream and then forgetting or dreaming and not remembering like we dream every night
MODS, THIS IS NOT A SUITABLE PLACE TO DISPOSE OF YOUR GARBAGE. YOU CAN'T JUST SHOVE YOUR TOYS UNDER THE BED ANYMORE. THAT IS NOT CLEANING YOUR ROOM.
*throws thread onto floor*
PUT IT ON THE FUCKING SHELF.
I had a dream that some female came to the door and some other guy, I think a cop came to Marc's door. Told me that Marc gave me HIV. I looked at him and he just stared at me then slowly gave me a troll face. I then began beating the shit out of him. Weird dreams...
It had my full name, and underneath that it said something like, "keep it vapor".
No clue what that meant.