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03-02-2007, 05:20 PM
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I dreamt last night that I was following a serial killer who strangled his victims whilst wearing welding gloves, not normal welding gloves, they had silk on the underside, the side that grips the victim...
Anyway, this guy (who comes into my shop almost everyday) appears, and asks me to go to his house. I agree, knowing that I'll be fine, I have a pair of the aformentioned gloves and the police folowing me.. He leads me into an OAP bungalow, you know, lounge, bathroom, bedroom. I question the surroundings, he gets edgy and suggests a drive. I grab my gloves, thinking I'll be safe as I think I have the only pair. He pulls his out from behind a pillow. I tried my best to reason that we only need one pair of gloves for one drive... He wasn't happy, grabbed me around the throat...... Then I woke up I saw him today at work, avoided him like the Plague...It was actually kinda funny, me ducking behind a counter and running through to that back shop. I wonder if that means anything...? Apart from me being a little weird, wired or any other anagrams.... 
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03-02-2007, 05:39 PM
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My brother, sister, boyfriend and I are running from zombies in my house. Suddenly my house is all wonky so we run to the basement which is was larger than it is in real life. Zombies are still after us but I remembered there is a secret passage leading upstairs and outside in case of a zombie attack. So we go through the passage and all but my sister escapes.
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03-03-2007, 09:39 AM
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Okay, here is mine. Very disturbing by the way as it was extremely real to me at the time--more real than most for some reason.
I was at my childhood home but I was an adult. My mother was there but seemingly no one else. An old-fashioned gallows had been built out on the front lawn (this is a house in the country on 40 acres, so lots of room about). All shiny and golden made from fresh pine boards. I am the one to be hanged but I don't know why and no one (even though there is no one really around other than my mother) knows why or cares that this is about to happen to me. Then the motorcade of black Suburbanes comes down the driveway and all these suits get out. They come in to carry out the execution. They produce a bunch of contracts they want me to sign so everything will be in order and they can proceed with my execution. Of course I refuse and flee. I find my old childhood BB gun in the basement and run outside. It feels like I am being chased but there really is no evidence to support it. I'm trying to figure out where to run though and give this a lot of thought, coming up with all sorts of options and discarding each one. Eventually, I'm on some property we own several states away from where we live and I'm hiding out in the woods, trying to figure out how to live off the land with just the clothes on my back and my BB gun. Doesn't sound like much, but I found the entire thing very disturbing.
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03-03-2007, 03:20 PM
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My dream was just weird. I don't want to go into it.
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Man, I took a nap today and had a crazy ass dream, spent the next 2 hours thinking about it and thought I would share it with all of you just now, but for the life of me I cant remember what it was about, something about girls on a boat in a building maybe girl scouts.... shit thats all I got. I hate it when that happens.
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03-04-2007, 04:58 AM
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Against my better judgment, I recently watched Spike Lee's When the Levees Broke. It was an excellent documentary about Hurricane Katrina, the New Orleans aftermath, and the failure of the Bush administration to assist those suffering. I thought I could handle it since it has been 18 months since Katrina ripped through Mississippi and Louisiana. You see, I live in south Mississippi and experienced the storm first hand. Turns out, I couldn't handle it.
The few hours I did manage to sleep that night, I had nightmares about the storm. I almost never have nightmares, but these were so vivid that it was as if the whole thing was happening again. At one point, I actually jumped out of bed, ran to the window, and looked out to see what kind of damage my property had sustained. Honestly, it took a few minutes for me to calm myself down and realize that it wasn't even raining.
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03-04-2007, 08:57 AM
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Lastnight I dreamt that I was climbing some stairs, trying to get to my fiancee who was waiting in one of the rooms for me..
I could hear him calling my name and telling me to hurry up cos I was going to miss our wedding and when i got to the top..i found i was at the bottom again. I was getting really pissed off with that so i tried to find a working elevator..:(
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