One screwed up Dream

[FarrIL]

I should've rubbed my 'Peace and Calming' oil on my temples lat night because I had the strangest dream.

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I was with my family, oddly enough, and we were staying at this fairly nice resort. Pool, our own rooms, nice large open space, all that good stuff. I remember unpacking my stuff in my room that I actually shared with my sister Allison. After I finished, I walked out the door (( strangely, the wall this door was on looked a bit like the walls at the old trailer in Oxford..... only no wall furnishings )).

I took a walk around the place, practically, and came across these other people. Most were girls but there was also a guy who looked like he was in the military. There were also a few children. So I hung out with these people and we were hanging out for what seemed like a few days. Eventually, in our chats, the topic of ghosts, spirits, prophets and the like came up. We all believed in the otherworldly.

Then, I said I wanted to show them a book, and I pulled out a book that just had ghost stories in it.

The next thing I know, myself, the three other girls, the military guy (( who, oddly enough, looks a lot like the guy my sister and Mike tried to hook me up with )), and the children........

...... we're all <b><i>Crucified</i></b>.

We all have stakes through our wrists and feet.

We're all more shocked than anything else. We're crying but it doesnt seem like it was out of pain. We're bleeding out our arms and feet and I even took notice of a few of us having TWO stakes in each wrist, not one. The people that crucified u wanted to put two stakes in each of my wrists and I heard one guy say "NO, hers are too small, give her a large stake instead."

There was a crowd of people booing us and cheering for the man who was leading them, who eventually said "Let their bodies be burned and be made in incense for the great king!!" and all of us on the crosses, we looked to where the man was raising his hand to and we saw a building that looked a bit nicer than the rest of the buildings at this resort. We saw smoke coming out of it from one end and all of us thought "Oh no" and we all died at the exact same time.

But it doesnt end there.

I 'woke up' in my dream and saw that my right hand had been chopped off. The hand I write and draw with, gone. The rest of us were missing body parts too. The military man had both his hands cut off and I could see him trying to hold his groin. He came up to me and said "They shot off my product" (( yes, he said that )) and when he pulled his stubbed arms away, there was a hole you could see right through. A clean hole where a certain body part should be.

The children that were crucified were running around, all bloody, oddly though, I think they still had their hands and feet. One of the other girls had both her feet cut off, and the military man was missing his leg from the calf down.

I found my mom. It seemed like she could see me and she wasnt worried, despite the fact of how I looked. I told her I wasnt coming home, I was dead, etc etc. My mother just said "What are you talking about?" I looked at myself, and I was still a bloody mess.

Oddly enough, she was seeing my spirit, because I was the spirit likeness of what happened to my body. All of us were roaming spirits, our bodies were already piles of ashes being dumped into a large, woven basket for this Great King. Yes, a large woven basket. A few of us...... me, the guy in the military and 2 of the girls followed some of the people who carried our ashes. We followed them into a room that was fairly toasty and they poured our burned ashes into this large basket.

I apologized to all the others who were crucifed, apologized for bringing out the book. And they said that it wasnt my fault.

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Then I woke up. oO

Now is that a fucked up dream or what?

[FarrIL]

Let me know what you ate for dinner that night so that I can never eat whatever it was ever again. 

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Oddly enough, while y mom and stepdad had chicken and salad for dinner, I didnt eat anything.

It COULD'VE been because I went to bed in a less-than-happy mood.... but I'm not sure.

[Crazed Vampyress]

all i can say is WOW

[AstralCrux]

When you realize you're dreaming have you tried directing the dream? Much fun! You potentially could have grown back body parts, or changed a bunch of stuff.

[FarrIL]

I usually feel helpless in dreams. All I do is watch.

Plus that, I'm a firm believer in dreams trying to tell me something, and I dont want it telling me something I Want to hear, I prefer it telling me something I need to hear.

[Msterbeau]

Go snoop around Borders (Or whatever you have for a local bookstore) and find a book on interpreting dreams. See if any of what you've experienced is in there. Maybe it'll help.. maybe not.

Oh.. and please keep me outta your dreams... I like my body parts where they are. You may include me in fantasies, though. :-P

[FarrIL]

You may include me in fantasies, though.  :-P

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:woot:

Well now, how to fantasize about Mister Boo?

[n0Mad]

:woot:

Well now, how to fantasize about Mister Boo?

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Can you fantasize about Ms. Turbo instead? That would be hot. :laughing

[FarrIL]

Can you fantasize about Ms. Turbo instead?  That would be hot.  :laughing

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XP

Nah, I think fantasizing about the Chameleon of Doom is pretty hot. XD

[n0Mad]

XP

Nah, I think fantasizing about the Chameleon of Doom is pretty hot.  XD

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Well, being a chameleon I think he'd probably be able to change his appearance to Ms. Turbo. Ooo, like Mystique from X-Men. That's hot.

[Marblez]

I lke it. You should consider doing a movie short of it.

[Msterbeau]

I lke it. You should consider doing a movie short of it.

FarrIL as director. I'd buy that.

:woot:

Well now, how to fantasize about Mister Boo?

Any way you wish, m'dear. Use that imagination of yours... :whistling

[Msterbeau]

Well, being a chameleon I think he'd probably be able to change his appearance to Ms. Turbo.  Ooo, like Mystique from X-Men.  That's hot.

Heh.

[FarrIL]

FarrIL as director.  I'd buy that.

You flatter me sir.

Any way you wish, m'dear.  Use that imagination of yours...  :whistling

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Grr....... now I'm remembering the time Scott and I brought Sarah to CC. I was pooped from dancing and then there was your damn beer bottle on my back to cool me off. GRR!!

[Msterbeau]

You flatter me sir.

Grr....... now I'm remembering the time Scott and I brought Sarah to CC.  I was pooped from dancing and then there was your damn beer bottle on my back to cool me off.  GRR!!

Memories are good too..

[n0Mad]

Heh. 

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Hey, the meister brew is back. Er, the ... what is it?

[FarrIL]

Memories are good too.. 

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GOOD memories are good. =D

Shame on you Marc..... and I wasnt single at the time. oO Oh well, Ray wasnt there and we werent misbehaving. So nyeah!!

[Msterbeau]

GOOD memories are good.  =D

Shame on you Marc..... and I wasnt single at the time.  oO  Oh well, Ray wasnt there and we werent misbehaving.  So nyeah!!

Haven't we discussed this before? I don't feel shame. Guilt occasionally, but no shame. What I did was in good fun... so nyyyaaaa back!

Remind me of more good memories. There seems to be a dirth of them in my head at the moment. Make one up even... =)

[FarrIL]

"Wacom off" XD

[Msterbeau]

"Wacom off"  XD

Bwahahahahahahahaa!!

Have you gotten used to using that thing yet? :laughing :fear :woot: :whistling :blink

[FarrIL]

Bwahahahahahahahaa!! 

Have you gotten used to using that thing yet?

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Dont you wish. ~_^

[Msterbeau]

Dont you wish.  ~_^

Wouldn't you like to know...

[FarrIL]

Wouldn't you like to know...   

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Quite the contrary...... I think I already do.

[Msterbeau]

Quite the contrary...... I think I already do. 

Name that tune...

[FarrIL]

Name that tune...   

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That's a song? oo;

Nah, I'll title it "Flirt". XD