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This was from a few weeks ago, where I briefly woke up before moments later slipping back to sleep. The dream began with myself in an open grassy area. A caption appeared on-screen stating something along the lines of "The young boy has begun to refuse to go down there". I watched as the camera smoothly slid through the spinning door frame of this cellar sat in the corner of the yard and down the steps. Like those old shitty CGI films. Anyhow, as the camera went down the stairs slowly another caption appeared stating "The boy's imaginary friend Belfast the Showman has begun speaking with him" before the camera then entered the cellar. Inside was what I assume to be Belfast. He was very must styled like an old 60s cartoon character doll. Real shiny shitty plastic, picrel. I knew that I had to clean the room for whatever reason so I begun sweeping with a brush that appeared out of no-where. As I went around the room I just kept watch of the doll. The really long limbs weirded me out but due to the sunlight pouring in from a window in the corner I didn't really care. As I finished my quick sweep of the place I went up to the doll and inspected its shoes, to which my ears rumbled and I woke up.
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I once had a dream where I was in a military squad and me and some guys were assigned to neutralize mickey mouse and so we headed towards the small disneyland building and there were multiple disney characters armed with firearms and we cleared them out before heading to the place where mickey was and he wasnt really hostile but then we showed him pictures of him being drawn and then he went insane and tried to attack us but then that was a clear sign to now shoot him since he attacked us first and we then took a photo of the entire disneyland before reporting back to base that mickey mouse is now dead
 
[neutralplier]
I am not quite sure what to say. For the first time in over a decade, I prayed last night before going to sleep as a little "Hail Mary" of sorts. In that prayer, I acknowledged that I haven't exactly been the most faithful or diligent. While I am well-aware that prayer typically does not function like a Christmas list, I asked God for even the most subtle hint of His presence. I have nobody to blame, as I was given the proper tools to succeed and have done nothing but sabotaged myself and my future. All bridges have been burned; academic, social, even structural. Anyway, He threw me a bone, perhaps in a far more obvious way than I had intended.

I dozed off last night uneventfully. Like most nights, it involved the typical indefinite period of unconsciousness, of a complete void that (admittedly) I sometimes crave the relative warmth of. Without much in the way of context, I was back at the outpatient facility they put me in over 6 years ago. Same layout, same chairs, etc. I stared blankly at the clipboard provided to "take notes" on.

Suddenly, I sensed two rapid (but light) taps on my right shoulder.

"What's popping, dude? Get your shit in gear, that battleaxe is gonna be in here any second now!"

Those words were uttered by an obviously female voice, not in a labored manner, but with an accent I've never heard before. It's clear that she's familiar with American colloquialisms, possibly utilizing them in a strategic fashion to relieve my (rather apparent) mental tension.

Looking up, it's someone I actually recognize and have a fond opinion of, but would never expect to be in their presence for obvious reasons. It's Tomo Takino, or Takino Tomo, whichever way the Japanese prefer it. She is wearing her summer/red-pinkish uniform, which should align with the time period I was in that facility (late August-early October). Her hair isn't noteworthy, being at the "normal" length present throughout most of the animated series (although, I do believe it was longer/shorter at times). I did not immediately observe anything on her person, her hands were free and those uniforms likely did not have pockets.

After a few seconds of trying to string together a coherent sentence as a response, she cleared her throat and then things started to get murky. The present environment ceased to exist, warping into a void that wasn't quite pitch-black empty space, but something else entirely (that I'm not able to describe). It was not frightening, almost the opposite. I don't recall much other than a faint low-pitched hum in the background, not unlike a muffled high-displacement diesel engine. That wasn't my main focus, of course. My vision and hearing were primarily centered on Tomo.

"You're going to be fine, don't fuckin' worry about things so much! Jeez, get a grip. Sorry... but for real, I can tell you that everything will work out if you keep going. I don't care if you have to say it's out of sheer spite, whatever it may be. God is in His Heaven, and all is right with the world. Annuit Cœptis! Ehehehe..."

She looked at me with a playful, shit-eating grin, performed a brief wave with her right hand, and slowly faded into the surrounding void. And after what felt like 30 seconds, I woke up in my bed, alarm clock blaring, although my sheets were not halfway off the bed like they usually are.

Frankly I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to make of that, but I guess we'll find out as time goes on. I liked it, though. That's the main thing.
>The implied God of the Jews needs to speak to his children through teenage anime girls as to get their attention.
 
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I once had a dream where I was in a military squad and me and some guys were assigned to neutralize mickey mouse and so we headed towards the small disneyland building and there were multiple disney characters armed with firearms and we cleared them out before heading to the place where mickey was and he wasnt really hostile but then we showed him pictures of him being drawn and then he went insane and tried to attack us but then that was a clear sign to now shoot him since he attacked us first and we then took a photo of the entire disneyland before reporting back to base that mickey mouse is now dead
oh I also forgot to mention that our uniforms looked like this from what I could remember
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I had a dream where I was in some desert shithole fighting for Israel probably, but it was like that opening mission in Battlefield 1 where I would get hit, spend some time bleeding out and dying, and then I'd "wake up" as someone else. It was really hard to look through my sights and I would often just hip-fire and hope for the best.
Everytime I died felt real, albeit it didn't hurt as much as I assume getting shot does. It wasn't like some video game "augh! *fall over* *fade out*" thing, it was like I was genuinely trying to save myself and convincing myself that it wasn't that bad and I'd be fine.
When I "respawned" it actually felt different, not like me being in a different spot, but like I really was someone else.

I was on ketamine, for the record
 
Typing this at 2am. Some random middle aged girl was in trouble and I helped her, don't remember the details, but as she was leaving she forced a bag into my hands and told me there was a gun and something else. I said no, what the fuck, but she left frantically.
Then I was at this small gathering, really shitty little event, and I noticed the flyer had some cryptic DNB references.
I found some pins and people around me pressured me into hunting down who they belonged to. I wandered off not knowing who to look for, and I gave up.

On my way back, there was this massive crowd pouring down the street and I followed them, jumping down some stairs and right into the line.

It was a pretty average crowd at first, and I just kept following. Things started getting faster and more crowded, and now suddenly the crowd was all emo and punk aryans.
Some girl was behind me, and she sort of grabbed my back and used me to shield her as there were now people oncoming. We stayed like that for a while, some girl I knew in highschool said something to me as we walked past her the opposite direction, and then we came to a break in the crowd in some castle.

I talked with the girl for a bit and it was pleasant. She was really shy and asked about some pendant, which I had apparently picked up when I found the pins and stashed in my truck at some point. I went back to get it for her (I liked her) and met some other skatercaca my age who asked if they could stash their stuff in my truck during the (much bigger and nicer) event. I said yes, and then got caught up helping a family member. Missed out on watching the fireworks with the emo girl from earlier (brutal)

At the end of the event, the skaters came back and I took them to my truck, which we couldn't find and they got anxious. We got to one truck that I wasn't sure was mine, and this noob was so freaked out about getting his stuff quickly that he smashed the window.

I got his shit out, then that middle aged lady from early came back and gave me another duffle bag. In my dream, it was as if I never took the first one and was now getting that sus probable-evidence gun for the first time and I freaked out again.

The skater made fun of me saying something like "the gun doesn't matter [implied other crime I don't remember] will get you the maximum anyway."

We walked back into the event, parted ways, and I sort of jokingly said "see you around" to which he replied "yea, never again."

Then I got ambushed by some spergy kid in the hallway, walked with him for a bit, and then she shoved a meme in my face. Like literally in my face, it was all I could see and it was a twitter screenshot saying "this is a picture of the last time you tried" with a fucking family guy screenshot. It was like that for a second, and then I was in a black room and a bunch of distorted twitter screenshot "memes" covered the walls and kept rapidly popping up and covering my vision, and then kept multiplying.

I told him to fuck off because I was busy, and he pulled the entire room off like a blanket. Before I asked how he did it, I was in the fucking krusty krab and spongebob was taking some fold up mirror contraption away. I genuinely thought I was stuck there and asked where my family was.

After a while I was in a normal room and could hear them talking from outside, but I couldn't move. I was disturbed but comforted to hear them, and they were even talking about the aforementioned event.

Then I noticed the voices seemed too distant and faint, and that I was dreaming. They started to fade and I started freaking out again, and then I woke up in real life scared shitless in the dark thinking I was still trapped somewhere.

So yea uh idk what that means.
 
did you order a noob pizza like me?
I remember going into KFC and sitting down infront of some random noob and all of a sudden he started saying to me "noob pizza gahd mathafugken damn noob pizza" and it was just a pizza with a lot of BBQ sauce drizzled ontop, I told him that KFC's BBQ sauce is the best and started folding his pizza and left and took the train home which the train tracks were on the road for some reason and the bus stops worked for the train now
 
I remember seeing an argument about air conditioning on the shroom and I remember one message which read "portable AC mogs" I tried replying to it in disagreement when I saw it
Looking back at it now I was probably dreaming when I saw it
 
I had a two dreams last night that felt like lifetimes, I really gave me mind fuck when I woke up both times, this song was playing in one of the dreams I think the second one, I hate that this song isnt taken seriously 009 sound system is really good
 
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