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I had this strange bizarre dream last night:
In this dream, I was this random guy sitting on a football game, instead of sitting on the seats in the game, I sat on the very top railings of the banisters, on the edge where you could literally fall off the stadium. Anyway, for nearly every football game that occured in this dream world, a black crow would come and watch the game, near the exact spot that I sat on. What happened was this crow transformed into a guy, and he looked like a average white guy except with a witch hat and then suddenly I called him "witch guy". He was the witch guy, and to turn him from crow to human and make sure that he came to you're game, what the football players did was set up a bunch up bowling pins on the edge of the stadium, formed a circle around it, and then just bowled. When you got all the pins out, the witch guy would come to you're game; the witch guy could possibly transform into human as well. Now in my dream, the football players took the witch guy (human form) and used him as a bowling ball after the bowling ball failed to take down any pins. After that I can't remember what happened but I think the witch guy left the stadium with people chanting after him on a broom stick, I also saw myself following the crow (Aka Witch guy) into different stadiums. On every stadium stood a crow, who would watch everything.............
Kinda wierd huh? I don't follow or know anything about football at all, and I'm not into any sports.
Do you think there is a Freudian relevance to this?
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Hey................... i dream too!
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Dream analysis :
Not enough sex
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On December 27 2008 01:19 MiniRoman wrote:
wtf
wtf is right. Dreams usually don't make sense.
Maybe it is the time period. Christmas night, and you get strange dreams. Two dream threads in Blogs right now.
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people catching up on their sleep lawl
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HAHAHAHA that's epic wtf lol
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I had a dream last night
that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
Kinda wierd huh? I don't follow or know anything about our american past at all, and I'm not into any freedom.
Do you think there is a Freudian relevance to this?
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eh i had a dream where i was throwing up and then my heart came out and everything went blurry then i died and woke up feeling like shit
doesn't make much sense how u can throw up your heart but whoa it was a shock moment lol
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My diagnosis:
Too much Warcraft 3
Too much Harry Potter
Too much Wii Bowling
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