Mugtoe you got all that from smoking Winston lights?

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When you stop reular THC intake, the dreams return.

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My dream last night was GOD appeared to the world. He said that the USA and IRAQ should have a football game and the winner claims the other's land. So the USA sets up a DREAM TEAM of players. Game day hits and were looking all good and the Iraqians were all shobby wearing flip flops and shit. Not only did we win 135 to nothing,we fucking tortured them out there and the crowd never calmed down the whole time. This game played in every network with HELL YEA USA commercials in between and shit.
So then GOD sends ALL OF US to the FIREY GATES OF HELL and the Iraqians claimed all our shit. I woke up fucking laughing this morning.

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God probably meant soccer.

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I had a dream for the second time last night, it is a good one.One thing I have noticed is that in most all my good dreams, I fly in some sort, either just in spirit, and magic carpet ride or through birds,etc. I have no idea why that is.


In my dream, I fall asleep, and slowly float from my body, I see myself resting on the top of the bed but I float higher and higher, thru the rooftop. Once I reach the rooftop I stop and stand there in the moonlight,listening carefully and scanning the air for a presence I feel but can not see.
My eyes adjust and I see it in the air, soaring far above in the pale light, I make out it's figure,it is an eagle and is my vessel to use tonight.
I fly very quickly, almost instantly, I reach the eagle and I don't even slow down as I approach it, I fly right into it and become it, I am now the eagle.
I soar far above earth, enjoying so much the distance between me and the land then decide to soar as high as I possibly can. I go straight up, as fast as I can, and what seems like a few moments, I break the horizen and now fly on top of the clouds. It is sooo beautiful there, so serene. Nothing but unjaded space,endless,pure. The clouds entertain by shape shifting and blowing small puffy kisses of itself into the air, slowly disintergrating as it raises to nothing there.
I stay there for awhile, just drifting, doing circles and enjoying the freedom and the solitude.
It is slowly becoming dawn and I know I must return to earth. I decide to dive straight down, thru the clouds like a bullet I pierce the looming sky. I have descended above an ocean which is well. I dive downward but then level out about 3 foot above the water level, still flying on the momentum from free falling like a speeding bullet. The water is a blue streak beneath me. I see an island fast approaching and before I know it I cross over the beach and right into a forest. The trees are spaced evenly apart, the floor covered with pine needles and the light shrines through the tall treetops. I stay leveled out around three feet above ground, only leaning slightly to the right or left to avoid hitting a tree. I am amazed at the speed I am going,but I don't know how to slow down, and the fact that I have missed every single tree thus far and I have to be at least half thru the woods by now. The land is straight, next thing I know it dips down into a small 4 foot deep ditch, about 7 feet wide. I am still maintaining 3 foot above ground level and swoop down into the ditch. Why I didn't stay above it, I don't know.
I approached the end and started to ascend and level out with the ground of the woods when suddenly, BAM! Too late. I am going too fast and I had no time to avoid it. I went headfirst into the tree and laughed right before I hit it, knowing my fate. I accidently killed myself.
I awoke from my dream, sitting up in my bed, laughing. It was so very real to me, as if it had truly happened.
Then I felt bad wondering if there was a dead eagle deep in the woods somewhere with a broken neck because of me.

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That eagle was dumb.

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Have you never read "Jonathan Livingston Seagull"?

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I was addressing LF. You ought to read that book - the climactic scene is very similar to your dream.

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Does it have alot of wor.......
I'll look into it!

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Have you never read "Jonathan Livingston Seagull"?

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Just did. Very good read,thanks.[p]

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. . . I approached the end and started to ascend and level out with the ground of the woods when suddenly, BAM! Too late. I am going too fast and I had no time to avoid it. I went headfirst into the tree and laughed right before I hit it, knowing my fate. I accidently killed myself. . . .

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Maybe you've got sleep apnea?

Amen.

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hahaha. humor [p] for joo.

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There was something erotic about that exorsist chick.
The cussing,the bondage,the green stuff.......never mind.

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I had a very odd, very bewildering and yet inspirational dream last night. I know it was psychological because shortly before bedtime I received news of a friend's death. I was still in shock and it weighed heavily on my mind.
He was one year younger then I, he was a party animal and overall was a real down to earth guy.
*Godspeed Randy. It is not going to be the same around here without you, your life has touched many*

What was so odd in my dream was that I was at his funeral in my dream, but instead of walking up and saying my farewell, instead I walked to the foot of the casket and just stood and observed. Randy was dressed nicely and looked comfortable although he was in a suit : he was more the jeans and Tshirt kinda guy.
People were entering the room and softly chitchatting in the background, I just stood and looked at him, not knowing what to say.
A bright light flashed to my right, where in my dream it was a wall, now it become a room when the flash went off. I turned to look and it was all white with a bunch of tables all set up as if they were preparing a banquet. The people to my right were dressed very sharply, pristine white clothes, most beautiful, they were busy readying the room, setting things on the table.
An archangel walked to the back of his casket, his wings were so big and he carried himself well, peace shined from his whole being. He turned and smiled softly at me, knowing I am watching and he didn't seemed bothered by me at all. He turned back to Randy and I watched as the angel smiled, Randy's body still lay flat but I watched as his spirit seperated from the body and he turned to the angel and propped himself on his elbow with his back to the people who in real life had come to say goodbye.
They had approached the front of his casket, one woman crying while the other one held her for support. The one lady began to speak but I could only see her lips move, I couldn't make out a word she said, I was entirely deaf to all the noise around me. Randy never turned around, he looked at the angel and asked him what was going on? I could hear him and the angels conversation as clear as a bell, everything else faded away. The angel told him he had died and was at his funeral right now. Randy could only see the white room and was oblivious to the people and room behind him. He asked who was there and the angel started telling him who is was at the other side and he spoke word for word what the people spoke to Randy as they said goodbye.
I believe I was in a threshold, I was right between the door of death and life and witnessed first hand what happens afterward. I am almost convinced this is what happens, it seemed so very real NOT to be true. It was amazing.
Randy was spared the weeping and pain from those he left behind, but was able to hear their tender words, his face shined brighter and brighter becoming white like the room he faced. Randy even started joking, when the angel told him so-n-so was there Randy piped up, 'He still owes me 20 bucks. Shit!'
We laughed.

I woke up feeling peaceful. I am still very sad about his death, but if death is like that, then I'm ok with it.

*gosh, I really hope it is.

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Randy Gale was hit by the truck at 6:30 pm, and then by three other cars behind the truck. He was pronounced dead at the scene.

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His mom had a nightmare that he was wearing holey underwear.

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I dreamped last night that Pat Robertson was the next presidential Candidate for the Republican side. He promised world christianity. That was all.
He won.
Then he exterminated all non followers of Christ.
Then I was saved.
Then I woke up. It was 10 in the morning.
This sleep apnea machine is giving me bad dreams.

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I dreamped last night that Pat Robertson was the next presidential Candidate for the Republican side. He promised world christianity. That was all.
He won.
Then he exterminated all non followers of Christ.
Then I was saved.
Then I woke up. It was 10 in the morning.
This sleep apnea machine is giving me bad dreams.

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We must destroy Pat Robertson now then.
We need a hooker.

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I spent the morning in a battle of fists with my amazing new kung fu powers against some shrivelled old monk dude. All in slow motion.

Neat!

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I was running and afraid. It was late at night, I only had my limited vision and the moon light to guide me. I ran in through a sliding glass door with draperies like on our front door. A girl in a tank top was asleep on the couch with a couple of cats. There was a cat on the kitchen counter and more on the floor. A really fluffy black and grey striped cat had its belly up, asleep. All the windows and doors were open. I crept through as quietly as possible until I found another sliding glass door and exited. Into another sliding glass door I went. This time I didn't see anyone in the house, but there was a front door which was just a bit ajar. I opened it as quietly as possible, but it did make some clanky door handle sounds and opened to another door! I smoothly unlocked and opened it into the same courtyard I had been running into people's homes from.

I continued into the front door of a mansion. I ran by a marvelously sculpted lightweight yellow-tan leather chair with head and arm rests placed in front of short and thin stained cherry or oak floor standing speakers with similarly gold colored screens. The owner was clearly an audiophile and had placed the speakers and chair in an unkempt central position in the large room. He had probably just received them and was listenting to them before choosing a permanent placement.

I continued moving swiftly through the house, but could see someone through the many large windows looking outside. Quickly, I passed the fireplace and went out through the back door to the pool, which overlooks a golf course in the distance. I froze. I knew running down there would get me caught, but it was the only way out of the court yard.

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