Went on a retreat, went a day before my husband who un expected joint me the next day. i share room with un known female, while removing my husband stuff from daughter room, who informed me twin brother is sharing room, I saw a small stream of water on floor. husband was walking behind me, entering the next room where I slept the previous night , the single bed was empty and as I looked over at the double bed, the female was laying the bed, naked on her back, feet up in air, speaking on phone.
On retreat, went a day before my husband who un expected joint me the next day. i share room with un known female, while removing my husband stuff from daughter room, who informed me twin brother is sharing room, I saw a small stream of water on floor. husband was walking behind me, entering the next room where I slept the previous night , the single bed was empty and as I looked over at the double bed, the female was laying the bed, naked on her back, feet up in air, speaking on phone.
On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path.
I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him.
I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me.
I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.
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My school was having a cookout. First I went to chipotle then i went to the gas station and someone was trying to rob it. I walk to my school and almost get hit by a car, then shortly after kids are smoking in the front of my school and I joint
Dreamt that I was on a cruise ship leaving Miami and we had to go through this river that’s zig zags through some hills and went up and down some pretty steep hills. We saw a double decker bus tip over and break in half that was on the road beside the river. It was full of ATCO workers in blue coveralls. I paid for me and Paiges ticket which included the meal plan and it was $595 each for 4 days. I stopped by the bar to pay for the tickets (I guess you don’t have to prepay), and my brother was at the bar drinking vodka and red bull. My nephews were running around playing tag (there like 20yrs old). I was going back to my room and some guy recognized me about I didn’t recognize him. He was a little person so I know I didn’t recognize him but he said we went to school together. Someone passed me a joint in the hall and I took a hit, then remembered that I get panic attacks from it. I ran to my room and tried to face time my friends and ask them to ship me my Ativan, but the wifi was not working.
On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him.
I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me.
I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.
The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter.
The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".
A clothing store with extravagant clothing. there with an old acquaintance, who's fashion i've always admired. she finds a nice pleated beige skirt, one of which ive longed for- and swore she already had one like it, and claims it will be suitable for traveling, i am a bit jealous. i continue up the stairs, deviating from the rest of the group, the establishment much like i a funhouse, a green staircase, red, burgundy... i find my acquaintance once more, shopping around, and i curiously follow, she whips out a hair dryer in which looks like a gun, i am amazed and suddenly find myself on the couch, making out with and touching get intimately, she puts the hair dyer fun in my mouth and the hot air burns and chaps my lips, she exclaims something about dirt, and suddenly i realize that behind a door at a large group of paparazzi, who have been unbeknownst to be filming our steamy rendezvous, we both quickly recoil and sprint away abashedly, guiltily.. as they scream we're LIVE!! this is LIVE footage!! i cringe with disgust, hoping this won't be plastered all over the internet in the next coming hours.. i travel back down the stairs to find a midway red staircase, which is disjointed from the rest of the stairs, as if it appeared magically.
I was sat on the floor outside where I used to go to college, it was a lovely hot sunny day and there were two guys across the road laughing about emojis on clothing, and a group of girls on my side of the road a few feet away laughing about the same idea, so I started shouting idea about what'd look good and came up with watermelon on ripped white jeans, and one of the girls thought it must have been the best idea ever because she came up and hugged me and invited me into their group.
So when I got up and walked down they were smoking a couple joints between em, but they didn't offer me any yet.
Anyways there's a bit of a gap between being there with the group of girls and waking up to see my finished tattoo. Which the tattooist had ruined, and I realised I'd probably been drugged, because the head and mane was okay, but the horn wasn't in its head, instead it looked like the head was attached to a walking cane and the horn was attached to the curved end but shaped like a butt plug!!
And I had to live with it so I went back to my house and my sister was in the bedroom and the group of girls was just leaving, but they left me half a joint in the windowsill so I smoked it out the window, and as I put it out a green skull flashed before me and that was a symbol that I would have a nice high and not a bad one.
I was in a party and accidentally took an unknown party drug, afterwards being barley incapable to stand up, a boy I apparently knew but have no idea who he was began to care for me and then accidentally took the same unknown drug. We both passed out and were in a joint dream where we were toys trying to train to defeat our enemies, Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
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