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I should have started writing this 30 minutes ago because then I could give more details.
Wonderful dreams. Wonderful.
Ending was that me and my dream crew was driving on this road and was stopping because there was another crew in the road. We watched them, from our fat 4x4 vehicle (they had a similar), their gang of about 6 peeps was handing out their emblem to us, kind on the premise of "us, or, against us". Anyways, we looked down on them from our perspective, in our own frat jackets, covered with our own cool textile badges, signifying our journey up until this point. We kindly said no thanks, with a gentle smile on these, who only had one patch, and to that, was forcing it on people.
Their patch was red with a strange cross as if you would merge the letter T with its inverted variant.
We were equal in amount of people but we were in our car and they were outside of theirs, standing in a half cresent on our right side, I sat in the passenger seat.
Their leader started getting upset, he couldn't accept that we rejected their patch. He looked on our gentle but confident faces, inside. He starts boiling with anger, it was thick, ostentatious and palpable. He was firing up his crew with remarks on our vehicle. His aura or feeling, was of an upset Japanese rich kid who got everything from parents and was super narcissistic and filled with rage.
So he remarked "look at your vehicle, how there is no armor, where are your offensive weapons? We have blue steel plating, almost jet blacked from the firing of our interior weapon systems."
He was picking a fight.
I am as serene as when I arrived. I knew he posed no danger. I had spent the previous eons in peace floating in lotus position, through dream scrapes of my sleep and his road block where only the latest to appear to me. Besides. Our car was crammed yo, we had guns too. We were just not flaunting them as this little padawan did. I knew and we, knew, we were the ones in safety, at rest, in our armored vessel.
Between our 4 fat wheels, the belly of our vehicle, looked like this more or like:
It's like a bash plate with round lids where mounted weapons are mounted on the inside of the fuselage.
I had previously dreamt I was at a cool party and I had had lots of extramarital sex. It was crazy, turns out in that the actual physical roles of our bodies, are that of vessels , for our consciousness, and can be lended to other beings when we don't use them.
So you could have sex with somebody's body while another being was occupying their exterior. Naturally by talk and being, you Know that the other character is there instead.
Got me thinking of the next, before writing the dream.
What if our species has a finite amount of archetypes, not in mind, but in appearance. Say that it's 22 billion or some other arbitrary large number. Then, at full capacity you could place everyone in a line, shoulder to shoulder, and you could scroll the gradient, like a 4-point color square and go through all visible variations. Would be cool to have as a catalogue. You would explain lookalikes, and the soul in one go.
Naturally epigenetics shape our appearance too. Adding Character.
Alright gonna head out.
Wonderful dreams. Wonderful.
Ending was that me and my dream crew was driving on this road and was stopping because there was another crew in the road. We watched them, from our fat 4x4 vehicle (they had a similar), their gang of about 6 peeps was handing out their emblem to us, kind on the premise of "us, or, against us". Anyways, we looked down on them from our perspective, in our own frat jackets, covered with our own cool textile badges, signifying our journey up until this point. We kindly said no thanks, with a gentle smile on these, who only had one patch, and to that, was forcing it on people.
Their patch was red with a strange cross as if you would merge the letter T with its inverted variant.
We were equal in amount of people but we were in our car and they were outside of theirs, standing in a half cresent on our right side, I sat in the passenger seat.
Their leader started getting upset, he couldn't accept that we rejected their patch. He looked on our gentle but confident faces, inside. He starts boiling with anger, it was thick, ostentatious and palpable. He was firing up his crew with remarks on our vehicle. His aura or feeling, was of an upset Japanese rich kid who got everything from parents and was super narcissistic and filled with rage.
So he remarked "look at your vehicle, how there is no armor, where are your offensive weapons? We have blue steel plating, almost jet blacked from the firing of our interior weapon systems."
He was picking a fight.
I am as serene as when I arrived. I knew he posed no danger. I had spent the previous eons in peace floating in lotus position, through dream scrapes of my sleep and his road block where only the latest to appear to me. Besides. Our car was crammed yo, we had guns too. We were just not flaunting them as this little padawan did. I knew and we, knew, we were the ones in safety, at rest, in our armored vessel.
Between our 4 fat wheels, the belly of our vehicle, looked like this more or like:
It's like a bash plate with round lids where mounted weapons are mounted on the inside of the fuselage.
I had previously dreamt I was at a cool party and I had had lots of extramarital sex. It was crazy, turns out in that the actual physical roles of our bodies, are that of vessels , for our consciousness, and can be lended to other beings when we don't use them.
So you could have sex with somebody's body while another being was occupying their exterior. Naturally by talk and being, you Know that the other character is there instead.
Got me thinking of the next, before writing the dream.
What if our species has a finite amount of archetypes, not in mind, but in appearance. Say that it's 22 billion or some other arbitrary large number. Then, at full capacity you could place everyone in a line, shoulder to shoulder, and you could scroll the gradient, like a 4-point color square and go through all visible variations. Would be cool to have as a catalogue. You would explain lookalikes, and the soul in one go.
Naturally epigenetics shape our appearance too. Adding Character.
Alright gonna head out.
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I just woke up from the longest damn dream of my life, just a continuing survival ethos warehouse started as zombies ended with the cure of infection and even internet access from ground up, I'm fucking exhausted, I was like the chosen one and spent like 103 years to bring peace to the warehouse, everything was so orderly in the end, my children adult, my old adversaries now old friends, etc. I feel like I was forced to micro manage some civilization game for a whole day. I was young when it started wtf.
Now I have a feeling of no; matter how much time to create or change a exterior cirkumstance no matter the deal, in the grander scale of the co-operation of my evolutionary bio-spirituality situation thinking and giving express action to my situation, fuck. just be.
Now I have a feeling of no; matter how much time to create or change a exterior cirkumstance no matter the deal, in the grander scale of the co-operation of my evolutionary bio-spirituality situation thinking and giving express action to my situation, fuck. just be.
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Had a pretty funny/stressful dream.
I was in eastern Finland on the border to Russia. War was brewing. Long trenches was dug in the forest. Above in the trees there was a network of paths so they could fire downwards on the enemy. Amis was there and was going to get back to groundlevel, but instead of going down the intended way he just jumped down, landing flat and broke his face. I remember thinking "he'll live". I needed to get out. Get-away-Karelia. The plan was to go to Iceland, the outlaw of northern Europe, surely they would not have deported me back to Sweden which then would send me back to the front, I needed to seek some political asylum.
As I was heading west on foot towards the airport, I needed a getaway vehicle avoid the manhunt. I found a wierd moped car in a yard that I stole. Later the owners hunted me down and I tried to convince them that I wasn't a Russian spy but they only sputtered their gobeligook and presented their fists, they took me prisoner and brought me to the military but somehow they began to feel sympathy for me. I got hold of a plane and took off Indiana Jones style, my Finnish couple that I stole the moped car was still with me, interfered with my flying and the plane crashed . The guy complained a lot of his cluster headache but refused to receive any treatment.
I was in eastern Finland on the border to Russia. War was brewing. Long trenches was dug in the forest. Above in the trees there was a network of paths so they could fire downwards on the enemy. Amis was there and was going to get back to groundlevel, but instead of going down the intended way he just jumped down, landing flat and broke his face. I remember thinking "he'll live". I needed to get out. Get-away-Karelia. The plan was to go to Iceland, the outlaw of northern Europe, surely they would not have deported me back to Sweden which then would send me back to the front, I needed to seek some political asylum.
As I was heading west on foot towards the airport, I needed a getaway vehicle avoid the manhunt. I found a wierd moped car in a yard that I stole. Later the owners hunted me down and I tried to convince them that I wasn't a Russian spy but they only sputtered their gobeligook and presented their fists, they took me prisoner and brought me to the military but somehow they began to feel sympathy for me. I got hold of a plane and took off Indiana Jones style, my Finnish couple that I stole the moped car was still with me, interfered with my flying and the plane crashed . The guy complained a lot of his cluster headache but refused to receive any treatment.
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Gotta be stressful having a neighbor like the Ruskies.
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russki-stress is correlated with the amount of news you read
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Agreed
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i had a dream that dac had a new member
but then i woke up
edit oh wait it wasn't a dream, his name is Martinfincher in fact and marty boy's an all around stand up guy
but then i woke up
edit oh wait it wasn't a dream, his name is Martinfincher in fact and marty boy's an all around stand up guy
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Imagine googling yourself and finding out you were in someone elses dream, better sign up and start posting eh
Imagine googling yourself and finding out you were in someone elses dream, better sign up and start posting eh
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dude's on dac and this bot is telling me he doesn't have a significant online presence? what has the internet come to smh
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I recall a dream of a familiar place. It felt like a city I once knew, with tall buildings and bustling streets. The sun bathed the surroundings in a warm glow, casting gentle shadows as people hurried by, their faces a blur. There was a sense of familiarity, like revisiting a place from my past.
Yet, despite the vagueness, a profound sense of nostalgia embraced me.
Yet, despite the vagueness, a profound sense of nostalgia embraced me.
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I have the craziest dreams. Just now I was in a sorts of choose your own adventure Lego games. I was all Lisa Simpson never choosing wrong and in the end I became a glowy Lego knight and it was a very beautiful hogwarts ceremony.
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Nightmare, just woke up
Written in key words so I can remember the big picture if I want to flesh it out later.
Had to murder someone. Death, gangs, mother to gang member. Son steals gun in store. Cries. I cannot, admit and leave.
Gun, target, 9 millimeter, foreign Baltic gun, paranoia, warehouse, ditch, suppose to check photo, registration, parking lot.
Ditch, fear, owned. Run. My own family. Extreme sorrow. Car bombs.
Fler. Time pass. Years? Visit somehow. Become recognized. Hunted. Carcase. Leave spikes, oil, smoke screen. Avoid capture. Meet own brother, hide, stack beer crates 80 floors, misaligned in the middle. Allowed to use mobile jaunty shit crane to correct mistake. Return to apartments of enemy, 60s million program. Anger. Want to scare. Run stairs to top floor, meet sister, always stairs. No elevator. Spiral stairs with no railing, big centers drop. Run like mountain goat on side of the smaller and smaller steps.
Tells her positive affirmations, try sports, probably Olympian. She works in whalmart standing up all day.
Arrive top floor, enemy family sleeping. Scare on balcony. Bad Boss enemy far below on ground. Pretend harm. By bomb. Flash powder. Scare successful. Hoover outside in the air from the balcony when enemy reaches top floor to confront me. Start talking. Somehow friends. Tell that viagra was used as currency by us intelligence to pay tribes leaders for information on taliban whereabouts, since they had so many wifes. Become friends? Build rapport?
Some time during dream be "home" in own flat, shitty place, play music, take sleeping pills and drink alcohol, nice buzz.
At work meet someone with contact dermatitis on both hands. She acts strange. Let her go. News on TV say she's murderer, or wanted. Suddenly at her shitty apartment. Her life is shown as a montage of abuse from crazy fat father, hurt and generally loco. Woman explains that she feels the scene of her dead family member in the corner (obese corpse sitting with head forward, looks big and dead since a while, head towards corner) being the most lifelike of her existence. Or something. Odd.
Wake up.
Wifey tells me I was shaking. Awoken by kisses.
Written in key words so I can remember the big picture if I want to flesh it out later.
Had to murder someone. Death, gangs, mother to gang member. Son steals gun in store. Cries. I cannot, admit and leave.
Gun, target, 9 millimeter, foreign Baltic gun, paranoia, warehouse, ditch, suppose to check photo, registration, parking lot.
Ditch, fear, owned. Run. My own family. Extreme sorrow. Car bombs.
Fler. Time pass. Years? Visit somehow. Become recognized. Hunted. Carcase. Leave spikes, oil, smoke screen. Avoid capture. Meet own brother, hide, stack beer crates 80 floors, misaligned in the middle. Allowed to use mobile jaunty shit crane to correct mistake. Return to apartments of enemy, 60s million program. Anger. Want to scare. Run stairs to top floor, meet sister, always stairs. No elevator. Spiral stairs with no railing, big centers drop. Run like mountain goat on side of the smaller and smaller steps.
Tells her positive affirmations, try sports, probably Olympian. She works in whalmart standing up all day.
Arrive top floor, enemy family sleeping. Scare on balcony. Bad Boss enemy far below on ground. Pretend harm. By bomb. Flash powder. Scare successful. Hoover outside in the air from the balcony when enemy reaches top floor to confront me. Start talking. Somehow friends. Tell that viagra was used as currency by us intelligence to pay tribes leaders for information on taliban whereabouts, since they had so many wifes. Become friends? Build rapport?
Some time during dream be "home" in own flat, shitty place, play music, take sleeping pills and drink alcohol, nice buzz.
At work meet someone with contact dermatitis on both hands. She acts strange. Let her go. News on TV say she's murderer, or wanted. Suddenly at her shitty apartment. Her life is shown as a montage of abuse from crazy fat father, hurt and generally loco. Woman explains that she feels the scene of her dead family member in the corner (obese corpse sitting with head forward, looks big and dead since a while, head towards corner) being the most lifelike of her existence. Or something. Odd.
Wake up.
Wifey tells me I was shaking. Awoken by kisses.
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Interesting dream, I was with a month old kid, suddenly he/she started speaking about being afraid of death, didn't have much to console it with, your new don't worry.
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I feel like my character is being judged in my dreams, tested in various scenarios. It's like when we are awake and controlling our urges due to consequences we don't do what we would do deep down.
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dont let the subconscious grind u down
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"dreamt of being a butterfly"