My step dad was a truck driver for i don't know how many years, but i once had a dream that he died and i was crying in my dream, when i woke up, i had really been crying in my sleep. weird dreams huh? |
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ok it all started at a carnival in like the 50's and their was a booth witha clown in it. A blonde haired woman came to the booth and the clown kidnapped and raped her. She neded up having a child at the same time she was dating someone and the child looked remarkingly like her current fiancee even though she knew it was not his. Then the scenes changed and I my mom my brother a friends mom herself and her brother were all in my mom's car. The blonde lady was there also. We got in a carcrash all of a sudden and none of this was in color until the crash. I was on the outside of the car and the car tipped and landed on me, remarkably I lifted the car off of me and was perfectly fine without a scartch on me. The we went to my grandparents house except they didn't look anything like eachother. The same clown in the beginning of the dream came also, and right when he pulled into the drive way my mom's car exploded. Everyone made it out safely except for my friends mom. then the scenery changed again and we stood over her grave stone and her two kids were balling. I went over to hug my best frined to try to calm her and I started crying and then i woke up. |
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Ther is no real me, only an entity, something hallucery. And though I can hide my cold gaze and when you shake my hand you can feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comprable. I simply am not there.
My step dad was a truck driver for i don't know how many years, but i once had a dream that he died and i was crying in my dream, when i woke up, i had really been crying in my sleep. weird dreams huh? |
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