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what dreams do/have you have had through out your life?
i have 2 dreams.. 1 is im able to breathe under water. the other i think tells me how im going to die...it ends with a sharp trama to my head and my vision slowly fades to black and im very aware im dying...very very vivid dream... |
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transvestite Elvis picks me up in a pink Caddy and we cruise the boulevard picking up more transvestite Elvis's until the car is full of flaming gold lame and sideburns
I always wake up right before we get to Graceland |
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Edited by
PacificStar54
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Sat 11/14/09 10:55 PM
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Think I would be sure and learn to swim.
Oh yea dream? Standing on the beach in the sea grass wind blowing my hair. I am really old watching for something but I don't know what. |
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I fly or I die, but I can see people. I am screaming to them but they can't hear me. There is a girl in a corner watching and realize people can't see her either, only I can
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Think I would be sure and learn to swim. dream is i dive to deep to come up for air and i gasp under water and i find out i can breathe it like air...actually pretty cool dream |
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Good imagery. Well done. I gave you one of my own to compare our styles. Hope you like it.
Erik It is silent in the cathedral. The altar shrouded in dust. The pews stretch on forever. Because they must. My heart is the bell in the tower. It used to sing out every hour. But now it is dark and soundless. Because it is. It is. These stained glass windows Used to reverberate with love. Souls would fuse together And escape through cracks above. While copper pipes Burst forth with glory, And spirits wronged Would tell their story. Then all was quiet. No penitence to golden icons made. Christ just hung upon his cross And none were saved. When you left the cathedral of love, God nor Devil spoke from below or above. Dead silence reigned supreme. As it has always been. |
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transvestite Elvis picks me up in a pink Caddy and we cruise the boulevard picking up more transvestite Elvis's until the car is full of flaming gold lame and sideburns I always wake up right before we get to Graceland That's cool as hell! I have this dream where I crash my car into the side of my neighbors house and a thousand tiny bees shoot out of the tiny hole in the wall and swarm in my car, covering and stringing me. Then I try to drive away but the bees just keep up and never leave the car. |
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Sex with H. Clinton---:
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Good imagery. Well done. I gave you one of my own to compare our styles. Hope you like it. Erik It is silent in the cathedral. The altar shrouded in dust. The pews stretch on forever. Because they must. My heart is the bell in the tower. It used to sing out every hour. But now it is dark and soundless. Because it is. It is. These stained glass windows Used to reverberate with love. Souls would fuse together And escape through cracks above. While copper pipes Burst forth with glory, And spirits wronged Would tell their story. Then all was quiet. No penitence to golden icons made. Christ just hung upon his cross And none were saved. When you left the cathedral of love, God nor Devil spoke from below or above. Dead silence reigned supreme. As it has always been. |
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I never have the same dream twice. Sometimes I can "pick up where I left off" like it's almost a story.
Sometimes take control and tell myself I'm sleeping and wake myself up. Sometimes I wake up freaking out from a nightmare but that usually only happens on medication |
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Good imagery. Well done. I gave you one of my own to compare our styles. Hope you like it. Erik It is silent in the cathedral. The altar shrouded in dust. The pews stretch on forever. Because they must. My heart is the bell in the tower. It used to sing out every hour. But now it is dark and soundless. Because it is. It is. These stained glass windows Used to reverberate with love. Souls would fuse together And escape through cracks above. While copper pipes Burst forth with glory, And spirits wronged Would tell their story. Then all was quiet. No penitence to golden icons made. Christ just hung upon his cross And none were saved. When you left the cathedral of love, God nor Devil spoke from below or above. Dead silence reigned supreme. As it has always been. I know! it is a dream in a church, right? |
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I've only had one dream twice ever, and i recognized that it was a dream the second time. I am waiting for the third, so I can feverishly memorize the entire thing, and write it all down. It's complicated, and reminds me of being in the video game Ultima 3. There were witches, and trolls, and other strange things. Trapdoors that led to dungeon-like caves. I had to save their world or something. (In the dream)
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I never have the same dream twice. Sometimes I can "pick up where I left off" like it's almost a story. Sometimes take control and tell myself I'm sleeping and wake myself up. Sometimes I wake up freaking out from a nightmare but that usually only happens on medication |
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I've only had one dream twice ever, and i recognized that it was a dream the second time. I am waiting for the third, so I can feverishly memorize the entire thing, and write it all down. It's complicated, and reminds me of being in the video game Ultima 3. There were witches, and trolls, and other strange things. Trapdoors that led to dungeon-like caves. I had to save their world or something. (In the dream) You watch to many strange movies I think--Try something with dialog maybe? |
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that dream is so vivid and i have it about once a year...i just think its a portant/omen....im ok with it to..
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that dream is so vivid and i have it about once a year...i just think its a portant/omen....im ok with it to.. |
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that dream is so vivid and i have it about once a year...i just think its a portant/omen....im ok with it to.. |
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Sex with H. Clinton---: |
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Sex with H. Clinton---: |
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Edited by
EquusDancer
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Sun 11/15/09 12:40 AM
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what dreams do/have you have had through out your life? i have 2 dreams.. 1 is im able to breathe under water. the other i think tells me how im going to die...it ends with a sharp trama to my head and my vision slowly fades to black and im very aware im dying...very very vivid dream... Have you considered that death dream as a past life event? One repetitive dream is having twins. (shudders at that thought). Single, and raising them by myself. Another is having my skull crushed in by a horses hoof. I can pick up where my dreams left off, and some are lucid, some just are. |
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