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[title] => My Creepily True Dream
[time] => 2004-04-28 13:59:11
[hometext] => I actually had this dream one night and DID wake up sick to my stomach
[bodytext] => I'm tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room. The only light is coming from the old lamp behind me, spotlighting me. They're asking me about how to kill the one i'm guarding, but i refuse to give up the information. (They is a group of men hiding in the shadows, concealing their faces from me) because I refused to tell them how to kill the one i'm protecting, two men jump foreward, still hiding their faces. One holds me down and the other one pulls out a syrenge full of this golden stuff and stabs my arm with it. as he injects it, i begin to feel sick and sleepy at the same time. As i'm drifting off, the men say they'll be back at a later date to finish this interrogation. I woke up and felt really sick at my stomach. I was sick and ended up puking all over the place. Answer me this. When is the line between dream and reality drawn?
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My Creepily True Dream
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kailadragon
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Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 01:59:11 PM in AEST
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I'm tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room. The only light is coming from the old lamp behind me, spotlighting me. They're asking me about how to kill the one i'm guarding, but i refuse to give up the information. (They is a group of men hiding in the shadows, concealing their faces from me) because I refused to tell them how to kill the one i'm protecting, two men jump foreward, still hiding their faces. One holds me down and the other one pulls out a syrenge full of this golden stuff and stabs my arm with it. as he injects it, i begin to feel sick and sleepy at the same time. As i'm drifting off, the men say they'll be back at a later date to finish this interrogation. I woke up and felt really sick at my stomach. I was sick and ended up puking all over the place. Answer me this. When is the line between dream and reality drawn?
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Re: My Creepily True Dream
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by lil_angel on
Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 02:12:16 PM AEST
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| Well done, i have many dreams that come true! I also had dreams where i got beat up...and i woke up with marks and brusis. Good luck for you! |
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Re: My Creepily True Dream
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by kidpoet_213 on
Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 02:17:33 PM AEST
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Well... my friend I can't answer ur question... but I can tell u I have had dreams like this... where I would wake up feeling sick at my stomache or in a cold sweat... or even feel leg cramps from running in my dream...
Our minds are a complex piece of machinery... and dreams are a small portion of it...
Good write though... reminds me of some dreams I've had... and some that keep coming back...
Keep dreaming... but make them good ones!
~Donna~ |
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