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Posted by Slowplum
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2/06/2002 04:56:00 PM
Fucked up dream:
it was the end of the world and people kept telling me that if i was standing i'd die and a comet came but it wasn't a comet but it brought with it this hail that was like hot charcoal and it pelted people to death or maimed them but anyone not standing was unaffected and then i was in this factory it was full of giant dumpster-like bins and inside it were body parts one bin full of eyes, another with heads all floating in ether
it was bizarre and all these people were kneeling on ladders sifting through if anyone stood or moved from the ladder they fell down dead just like that and then i ran through this factory i ran until i was out of breath and something knocked me in the back i wasn't sure what i fell down and then kept going, crawling away
then i was in this house, an old victorian deal and there were rooms and had little beds in it with stuffed animals on them and i saw one that was mine when i was young and someone behind me said "don't pick it up, you will regret it" i told then not to be silly so then i picked it up and underneath was a dead child just lying there like it were sleeping and i started to cry
and then i was lying in this bed in another house and people kept coming in and out of the room and one woman came in screaming at me because she thought i had killed her husband and that's all i can remember
what do you think?
it was the end of the world and people kept telling me that if i was standing i'd die and a comet came but it wasn't a comet but it brought with it this hail that was like hot charcoal and it pelted people to death or maimed them but anyone not standing was unaffected and then i was in this factory it was full of giant dumpster-like bins and inside it were body parts one bin full of eyes, another with heads all floating in ether
it was bizarre and all these people were kneeling on ladders sifting through if anyone stood or moved from the ladder they fell down dead just like that and then i ran through this factory i ran until i was out of breath and something knocked me in the back i wasn't sure what i fell down and then kept going, crawling away
then i was in this house, an old victorian deal and there were rooms and had little beds in it with stuffed animals on them and i saw one that was mine when i was young and someone behind me said "don't pick it up, you will regret it" i told then not to be silly so then i picked it up and underneath was a dead child just lying there like it were sleeping and i started to cry
and then i was lying in this bed in another house and people kept coming in and out of the room and one woman came in screaming at me because she thought i had killed her husband and that's all i can remember
what do you think?