I found many black tiny dots on my fingers and my feets too, it's like the one that you see when you type trypophobia(?) on google. I was surprised a little bit since i've never seen such a thing so i want to get rid of it. I squeeze my skin near the dots so i don't need to take them one by one and it turns out to be a black tiny insects, not sure what kind of. But instead of flying, they're crawling in the floor towards the door in front of me. Then when i continue to clean them on the other body parts of mine, i saw a small jumping spider, i think it's Heteropoda Davidbowie. I think it's cute so i said, "Hey, you're kinda cute" because i love spider. Then i woke up.
I was on a beach and their were crystals red green and blue and a mansion that was mine. and there where pirates that i had to kill to save my family and i also had to kill some one to save them from a bomb.
I dreamed that a favorite TV show of mine had another episode, but the good guys lost the fight.
Reoccurring dream of gladiator styled fight match’s take place. An home base is on a space ship. I found the love of mine on the ship. Then when we entered a match she died. Then the whole ship held a memorial
I had a dream I can remember which is a rare thing. It had death in it which seldom happens in my dreams. In the dream – I sensed my dream had reference to another dream I had, but I do not remember that dream. In that other dream, like in movies, my body was clothed and in bad shape so we decide to change the body. And with some sort of magic technology, I get my face and everything back. This time, my old body is sent back to me in a plastic coffin with a USA flag on it. At first, I was surprised and sound drama. They were bringing it back to me. I said to them “I don't know what to do with it guys”. They replied "It's yours...." I instantly felt distant to the situation. I already have my new body now but I knew the dead body is mine. I did not care what was happening. I asked to open the box that now is a plastic coffin. It was warm inside it. I saw my old body. My face was pretty so I barely recognized myself. My legs were very very fine. "Yes they do good work!!! Looks so nice!" Then it was time to take the body, so we (the people bring the body and I) placed it somewhere. But even more strange, the body started to get into the position of a cat and sleep. And it was very soft, like a cat... "Yes it sleeps a lot"
In my dream my brother and I were on our way to a professional wrestling match when we were pulled over by the cops. The police asked for our IDs and asked where we were going tonight and when we said professional wrestling match this is what he told us: ""Professional Wrestling" is considered one of the most successful efforts of the Extreme Perversity Normalization Initiative's "Closet Project". Professional Wrestling was designed by Illuminati meme artists and psychologists to accomplish three primary aims: 1) To serve as a simple means of screening the public for propensity to extreme gullibility - a trait highly desired by the Illuminati and one cultivated through eugenics programs. 2) To encourage public acceptance of suspension of disbelief and critical thinking as vast numbers of people invested emotional attachment in contests they knew rationally were predetermined and staged. 3) To promote a culture of hypermasculine homoeroticism of a type designed to appeal primarily to aggressive young males in denial about their own homosexual impulses. All EPNI "wrestling" features an emphasis on exaggerated masculinity, fetishistic focus on the male physique, extensive use of sweat/body oils, and promotions of polyamorous homosexual BDSM rituals involving "tag teams" and "submission"
I DREAMT OF WHERE I WENT TO A HALL LIKE BUILDING WHERE A WOMAN WAS SELLING CLOTHES WHICH SHE LEFT INSIDE A LOCKER.SHE OPENED THAT LOCKER AND BROUGHT OUT T-SHIRTS. ONE OF THE T-SHIRTS WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL. I BOUGHT IT. AFTER THAT I WENT TO ANOTHER PART OF THAT BUILDING TO ANOTHER CLOTH SELLER.SHE BROUGHT OUT A JACKET FOR ME TO BUY,BUT UNDER THE BREAST POCKET INSIDE IT IS MY SIGNATURE . I DREW THE WOMAN'S ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT THE CLOTH HAS MY SIGNATURE MEANING IT IS MINE....JUST THEN, I WOKE UP.
I was at a party at a friend's house when it got busted by the cops. We all took a run for it. It seemed as if the cops were only trying to chase me. It felt like I couldn’t run. All these years in track and running, and I couldn’t get my legs to move fast enough. I was running through a field when the cops turned into a classmate of mine that I’ve never talked to in my life. He was chasing me in an old 2001 Jeep Liberty. He was right on my tail when he jumped out of the jeep as it was still driving and tackled me, pinning me to the ground. I tried to fight him but he was too strong.
I was on a beach and their were crystals red green and blue and a mansion that was mine.
My dad's cast was on a different hand and then it went back to normal, but he denied that it was ever on the other hand. I hid in the bathroom, but I couldn't seem to completely hide and my head was still visible to other people. Two friends of mine gave me two big jugs of what looked like juice, but ended up being alcohol. My mom ended up disciplining my siblings, but when she went to discipline me, she taped me to the door to where I couldn't escape, without discipling me. I bashed my head into the door until I could finally get free.
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