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This was an odd little dream I had last night. First let me tell you some of the "cast", if you will. All of the DCs in this dream are people I know in real life. Mr.C was my math teacher last year and Vic is my best friend.
We were all in Mr.C's room. I can't remember a lot of it, but I do know this one little excerpt of a conversation. Vic` was wearing headphones and he is the first one I remember speaking.

"Sometimes, I listen to two scary songs at once to find hidden things in them." he said

Mr.C replied "I've never done that, but," he continued while raising a worksheet, "I do like to find hidden things in puzzles."

And from there, all I draw is a blank.

for me to love and to give always ...to stop thinking aobut if im going7 t 7be 74taking care of and just realize that i can give and accept what comes back me instead of expecting something because of my own doings. I can reallyt just give and love as friends to enjoy the company of girls and make there day better rather then thinking how can they can make my day better. i love myself and am really neverous cause i feel likeif i mess it up or dont say the right thigns then im not going to be like or accepted. How bout ijust try and do what damien says and completley show my self when asked to and just lead by example and be myself my beautiful cute and funny safe not a fraid to show my confidence maculinity or gir0\\\\\\\\\\\\\feminenes like a pussy cat

Um...I blame this dream on reading Oneironaut's dream journal before bed...

There were some DV members in this dream, but I am just going to leave it vague.

It was the next semester at college, and I decided to be proactive this semester and join a club. The club was stationed in our dormitory, and it met nearly everyday in a dark office room.

Everything was fine at first. The club was just a meeting place for people with similar interests.

Over time, the club began to centralize its power until it developed, basically, into a cult.

The cult was headed by a man, who was often influenced by another woman in the club.

She reminded me of Bellatrix.

The cult took a dark turn for the worse when the woman announced that it had always been her fantasy to kill a person, and then dissect them.

Thus, the cult rapidly evolved into a murder-cult.

Everyday, the ring leader would order the members, who were lower in power, to find a victim. They would lure the victim into our dark, stone room, where the ringleader would then usually slit his or her throat.

After killing the victim, they would set his or her body on the table and cut apart the innards.

When they were finished, they ordered their members to dispose of the corpse in the abandoned highschool down the street.

A few of us realized that this is NOT the club that we had signed up for!

One of the girls decided to stand up against the members who were abusing their power. She told them off and said that she was not only leaving this group, but calling the cops.

The next day, when we came to the club/cult meeting, we found her corpse on the table. It had been made known to us that if anyone dare leave this cult or step out of line, this would be the result.

The situation kept getting darker and darker. The ringleader had suspicions that people were on to us. They would give us strange looks.

One gloomy evening, when the ring leader and several of his followers were in engaging in the mutilation of their most recent victim, I was finding myself barely able to take this anymore. I knew that there had been a silent resistance forming, but all of us seemed powerless against them.

I knew that any minute, I was about to stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. There was a fire growing inside me.

I was merely seconds from telling them off when a student walked in the door, which the ringleaders had forgotten to lock.

"Oh, wrong classroom," he muttered at first. But when his eyes caught sight of the mutilated corpse on the table he took a few steps back and ran out of the room.

"Make it look like nothing happened here!" The ringleader ordered, suddenly. But everyone was too paralyzed to do anything about the situation. The members who had little power, but were involved in the group enough to struggle for more power, were the only ones who had decided to actually follow the orders of the ringleader. They disposed of the body and cleaned up the crime scene before the cops arrived.

I decided, from that day on, that I was done with clubs. Never again.

I went back to my dorm, realizing that I would probably need therapy for the rest of my life to get over that. Rumors were already spreading all over the school about a cult that would kill and mutilate people.

My room mate caught wind that I had been involved in this cult and pushed me down the stairs while yelling about how wrong it is to kill twenty-two people. I wanted to tell her that I had nothing to do with the slaying of these people, but I knew that that statement was false. If I could have worked up the courage to alert the authorities even after the first slaying, twenty-one people could still be alive.

I was already hearing about the arrests of the ringleader and his closest followers, and I knew that they were coming for me too.

I looked out my dorm window, and wished that a blue-purple feather would fall down from the sky, and I wished that I could sprout beautiful blue-purple wings and just fly away...

I remember heading out side...I think I was on a Bicycle, and three preople approached me on the road. The youngest little girl stopped and asked me a question. I told "um...I'm not sure but how much". One of them sped off and told the to leave too. The little girl told me that she asked me if I'd be her friend. I told her it sounded like she wanted me to buy candy from her. Anyways, I headed back to my house. Animal Fest 2010 I get there, and there's a Cheshire cat there. This cat is rubbing all against me. It's pretty huge, and it's walking between my legs and brushing my balls. It's so WTF right now, and I'm about to head in the house, and I see all these puppies in the ditch. My friend R comes by on a truck asking me if I saw a certain dog. I told him he could have one of ours. D was there....he handed him a pup. There had to be about 20 or so puppies there, and two grown dogs and two cats. FA My house has a garage.....I'm dreaming FA I get in my car and I see this thick fog everywhere....almost like smoke....I say to myself "well it's obvious that I'm dreaming, but what do I do". FA I'm in some store with Tina Fey, and cameras were rolling. I think I was in an episode of 30 rock. We were just going back and forth ad-libing things just to see who would break character and laugh first. I got her a few times, and then she finally got me with one. It went into all kinds sexual innuendo, and I was fondling her breasts. And some kinda of way the sprinkler system went off. But the water was weird...like thick globs. That's when I knew I was dreaming again. It stopped, and I suggested we might as well continue what we started......and once again shit got WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIRD. I'll leave out the details, but the dream faded out and back in, and things were normal. She got on top of me...started riding, and wanted me to cum so bad. I was still a little freaked out by what I saw earlier, so it wasn't happening. Woke up shortly after.