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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".
2019-06-27 01:34:07
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. 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".
2019-06-27 01:33:03
choking on fish bones
2017-07-21 07:32:54
The dream starts out with me being taken to this random place, but i knew the whole time that i was in a dream. Once i looked down from the room i was in, it became clear to me that i was in a pyramid. It was kind of like a maze, that I had to figure out how to solve. There was also levels, and each level I moved on to, it got scarier and scarier. The first started off with bones and then it got more intense the farther you went down in the pyramid. I remember when I went to one of the last levels there were these twin girls waiting for me. But the scary thing was both their faces were skinned off. Although, I was scared of them I decided to walk right past them and proceeded on to the next level. Which turned out to be the last level. In this part of the pyramid i had to crawl down a ladder, and when i reached the bottom i was in some type of tomb that had a lake in it. As soon as I looked into the water i hard a noise and followed it. What i found in that room one would find terrifying, cause thinking back now it was a pretty *****ed up dream. When I followed the noise I found this creature. I believed I was in his tomb and his pyramid, but i was never given a name, or i just dont remember it. As i got closer to this creature, which looked like a black panther type of shapeshifter. The, lets call him 'the shapeshifter' stopped what he was doing. Which by the way was eating another mortals face, because thats how he has survived down there all these years. by eating peoples faces. Yeah *****ed up right? Well, my dream self didnt think so, instead i felt bad for the creature, I didnt fear him. As, soon as 'the shapeshifter' realized i wasnt afraid he approached me, and every step he took closer to me he started to turn into his human form. Which he had black hair and these piercing blue eyes, the kind of eyes that would hypnotize you. The most beautiful eyes Id ever seen, and he approaches me kind of confused and i just say "I know who you really are and you dont scare me" (which by the way my conscious self has no idea who that was) but instead of him eating my face and skinning me, like all the others. Instead he gave me this green jewel, which i assumed was an emerald. I forgot if it was an emerald ring, necklace, or broach but it was one of them. As soon as he gave me this jewel i could feel myself waking up, and I didnt want to leave yet, so I looked at 'the shapeshifter' and said "no please dont make me leave yet, i have so much i wanna ask you" and then the dream faded out and I awoke from the dream. I woke up around 3 or 4 oclock in the morning and i woke up feeling like any ounce of fear I had before this dream had completely vanished. I even questioned for a second if I had died because, i truly have never have felt this peaceful and completely ridden of fear before, throughout my whole life. I still have yet to feel like that again since waking up from that dream. I just remember thinking it was so weird to wake up feeling like that after going through this *****ed up 'nightmare' and even weirder that thats the only time i have ever felt like that in my whole life. The feeling of complete peace just running through out your body, just because of waking up from this dream.
2017-04-10 10:51:05


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