Understand My Dreams

Dreams ram

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"

The dream starts with me as a cameraman. I’m recording this narrow hallway, but I’m standing where there should be a wall. There is a mirror at the right end of the hallway, and it’s reflecting the hallway, but it’s dark. Even though the hallway is filled with light, you can see very clearly. And there are three girls standing in front of the mirror, but it’s not showing their reflections. They’re just standing there, heads angled down, and still as statues. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow move in the mirror. As I watch, a woman walks up to the mirror from the inside. She’s wearing a white nightgown and has long black hair covering her face. I suddenly hear something along the lines of, “Don’t pan over the camera.” I don’t know if someone said that to me, or if I thought it inside the dream. Even though I don’t want to pan over the camera, I start doing that. As I pan over, I see the woman at the other end of the hallway. She suddenly sprints toward me, and then a jumpscare appears right in my face. It looks transparent, so I can still see everything happening behind this face. It’s of a person with huge eyes and a mouth full of shark-like teeth. I know that I dreamt something else in between this, but I can’t remember what it was. Then everything that I just wrote happened again, in exactly the same way.

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