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The dream started from daggers raining from

The dream started from daggers raining from the sky and I was standing without any shelter but before any dagger could hit me an old man grabbed me from back and pulled me into a shelter standing over pillars and he said to me that these are dajjali daggers and after a while the rain stopped so I moved out of shelter and saw a crowd of dwarfs-not even reaching my knees- running towards me and shouting dajjal is coming run but instead of running I move towards the direction from which dajjal was coming and on my way I start to put my hand between the crowd and collect arrows-black coloured- and make a very big round of them until I reach dajjal and fight him and then I wake up.

In my dream my brother and I

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 that I was in a

I dreamt that I was in a room with my deceased Aunt and her deceased husband and grandson. Their daughter in law walked into the room and announced, with a smirk, hat I had a suffered a severe attack. We stood still in shock until I was able to tell her that She exaggerated, and that I had observed her making rude remarks to my aunt and that it must stop. She walked out of the room.

I had powers and a set of

I had powers and a set of changeable wings. I kept them hidden so nobody knew. at school I was in the middle of a writing session were my evil auntie, who was an anti-Christ, came and tried to attack me. to protect myself, I used my powers, forgetting about my class mates. she managed to to hit me with her dagger in my shoulder. I extended my wings and used them as a shield to protect myself from anymore damage. my auntie somehow managed to hit me with a half dead potion which put put me in a deep sleep. luckly I ws kissed awake.

An old abandoned white vintage victorian house,

An old abandoned white vintage victorian house, shabby and falling apart. i ascend whats left of the staggered stairs, into the crook of the attic, where lie pieces of scrap and junk. many people gather in, pouring contents into a large boulder, it is later transformed into a giant amethyst geode, i realize i just witnessed an alchemical proccess, i see the bowls of salt and pitchers of flux strewn out on the table, the crew then gather outside the door, removing a giant american flag from its post and hanging something else in its absence. i hear music and talking. a jester woman fumbles and humors the crowd. i am outside, i remove my sock and regrow a toe from a sprout, you ask me what i have there and i remove my limbs to fashion you a new member (genital).

Garrett wanted to ask Miss Tairee about

Garrett wanted to ask Miss Tairee about something, but when he turned away for a moment, she turned into the Hag and began crawling towards him over the desk. He tried to draw his dagger, but then two burly Mechanists approached him from behind. One of them grabbed Garrett in an iron grip that robbed him of all strength, while the other systematically took away all his equipment and put it into a bag, all the while laughing and sneering at the thief. The moment Garrett was released, he felt that he could move again, and ran out of the library. In the street, the glow of a Keeper Door Glyph caught his eye, and with relief he opened the passage and sneaked in. He came into a room full of Keepers, all of which looked upon him with disapproval, and First Keeper Orland angrily scolded Garrett for interfering in the initation ceremony. Today the Keeper order was taking in a new member — it was Cole, who in the black initiate garb looked oddly like a scared rabbit. Orland continued to explain that Cole would be a major asset for the order. Finally, he said, the cryptic ancient prophecies would be made clear, because Cole can use his mind-reading skills to read the writers' thoughts. Garrett scoffed at the idea and tried to ask what about the writers who were already dead, but everyone ignored him and left, and now he was alone in the dining room. Alone? No, that girl, Shiara, was sitting at the other end of the table, playing with her cat. And behind her, one of the Hag's animated statues was approaching. It was going to splatter the kitten over the walls and smash in the girl's skull. He tried to warn her, to save her, but his body felt like lead and he could only whisper...

Last night I dreamed there were two

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

A friend is in a pink large

A friend is in a pink large exaggerated tu tu in my house front yard while dancing ballet and asking me to join her outside.

A far as I know, my dream

A far as I know, my dream started in a rainstorm. For some reason, it was my fault that wind was circling my house while a dark storm brewed outside. Internally, I remember thinking that it was tornado weather, that a tornado would strike my house and pull it from the ground. The difference I didn't notice till I woke up was that the house was like a weak replica of my house made of old wood. It was placed where at the school where it says "community center" but the school wasn't there. The winds did eventually pull apart the house, but only the second floor, which I was on, was swing into the school parking lot. It went slow motion as I was flying and whenever I fly in a dream, it slows down, like my mind is questioning if that could really happen. After the second floor of my house replica crashes through a tree, I climb out safely and unharmed. In the school parking lot is my cousins. Liz and I are put on a team for a new game against Debby and Ruth. The game is like tag but even though one team goes after the other as the tagger and the other runs, it doesn't switch teams if you tag them. Teams switch between being tagger at the sound if a whistle every 5-10 min. If your tagged, your out of the game. We suddenly found ourselves running around grandmas farm before ending up at some place I've never seen. At this place was all the freshmen and the teams were now boy against girl. Us girls were taggers and were hanging out in an apartment like building with the boys that for some reason we weren't tagging, even though they were in still. Suddenly the whistle blows and us females run for the door, um the first out of the backroom into the kitchen and debate hiding in the fridge, but instead hide to the side of it opposite the door everyone is trying to get through. The lights are off and most of the females that havnt been tagged are running out the kitchen door to where I suppose the hallway is. The first male to come out turns on the kitchen light.The males are screaming "this is Sparta!" And chasing after them. A few of the males still have food and drinks and shit from in the room and rush to the fridge to put it away. I'm freaking out cuz I think they'll catch me, but the door opens so it blocks me from view. They throw the stuff in the fridge and don't bother closing the door. At this point a person that is co side red a respected figure in the dream, I assume a teacher but don't recognize him, yells at the boys and makes them all crowd in the kitchen to talk about how impolite they are being to the girls. At this point , the fridge door is closed and Jo and gen show up next to me. I don't question anything at first cuz genna looks the same, but in this dream Jo is skinny. Her hair is the same color, but has an anime kind of wave to it, she literally looks like an anime character. This is the pint where I'm like "umm that's not how Jo is" and when I overly question the dream, it kicks me out so that's when I wake up.

Rivolgendosi al pubblico. le sac siglé "Carrie".dagression

Rivolgendosi al pubblico. le sac siglé "Carrie".dagression commerciale ou de spamming (poster le mme message plus dune fois peut tre assimilé à du spamming) dans nos espaces communautaires son fils Jean 6 ans né d'une précédente relation avec la journaliste et cette nouvelle venue Bien que l'avocat assure que Chelsea est " le portrait craché de son père" une source proche de l'entourage du créateur de "Réservoir Prod" a confié au "Journal du Dimanche" qu'il n'était pas très inquiet"Nous verrons bien le moment venu" a-t-il déclaré "Quoi qu'il en soit de son vivant [Jean-Luc] était au courant de cette procédure et ne semblait pas la prendre très au sérieux" Un problème de plus néanmoins dans la confusion qui règne autour de l'héritage de Pauline Gérard décédé le 23 aot dernier,est issu d'une famille kabyle et a grandi dans le quartier de la "Castellane" Ainsi Arnold Schwarzenegger "recommande son livre à quiconque voulant connatre les secrets pour réussir dans sa vie. Da luned?poi dovrebbe pure piovere. Hier, o?elle c? De à Mick Jagger en passant par ou plus récemment , Le prince William et : Mariés depuis an. Mens Nike Free Run 4