I don?t remember this in great detail, but I will try to bring it to text...
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I was getting off a plane at the airport, and for some reason, a security guard asked me to empty my pockets out. I pulled out a marker, a push pencil, and something else I don?t remember.
The security guard was interested in the pencil, so I told him to try it out. When he started writing, there was nothing coming off the lead, so I tried writing something. As I picked up the pencil, all the lead just fell through the opening at the bottom of the pencil.
Then for some reason he said that the marker was something I don?t remember, but he said something about me maybe being gay.
The last thing that I don?t remember that the security guard pulled out of my pocket, he said had something to do with God.
Now eventually I got home and went to sleep. While I was asleep I started thinking about what the security guard said. I ended up in a helicopter and arguing to someone about how God wasn't real. For some reason there were some strange white lines that seemed to try to hold me down, and I would fight to keep them away from me. I could barely move, but if I did manage to grab a few, more would split from the ones I grabbed and continue to pin me down.
As far as I know I was in some way trying to fight against the existence of God.
After a while of this, I managed to scare myself out of the dream and run downstairs where it was still evening and everyone was in the living room and my dad was watching Don Cherry's Rockem Sockem 4 on tape.
Out of nowhere, those white lines appeared again, this time however they weren't attacking me. They seemed to be shaped in a 3D blueprint of what my house used to look like.
I had an argument with my dad about what the house used to look like and he said I was crazy (didn?t tell him about the lines).
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End dream, I wake up.
What the hell does this mean? I woke up sweating from this dream (and it wasn't hot last night)
Start Dream
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I was getting off a plane at the airport, and for some reason, a security guard asked me to empty my pockets out. I pulled out a marker, a push pencil, and something else I don?t remember.
The security guard was interested in the pencil, so I told him to try it out. When he started writing, there was nothing coming off the lead, so I tried writing something. As I picked up the pencil, all the lead just fell through the opening at the bottom of the pencil.
Then for some reason he said that the marker was something I don?t remember, but he said something about me maybe being gay.
The last thing that I don?t remember that the security guard pulled out of my pocket, he said had something to do with God.
Now eventually I got home and went to sleep. While I was asleep I started thinking about what the security guard said. I ended up in a helicopter and arguing to someone about how God wasn't real. For some reason there were some strange white lines that seemed to try to hold me down, and I would fight to keep them away from me. I could barely move, but if I did manage to grab a few, more would split from the ones I grabbed and continue to pin me down.
As far as I know I was in some way trying to fight against the existence of God.
After a while of this, I managed to scare myself out of the dream and run downstairs where it was still evening and everyone was in the living room and my dad was watching Don Cherry's Rockem Sockem 4 on tape.
Out of nowhere, those white lines appeared again, this time however they weren't attacking me. They seemed to be shaped in a 3D blueprint of what my house used to look like.
I had an argument with my dad about what the house used to look like and he said I was crazy (didn?t tell him about the lines).
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End dream, I wake up.
What the hell does this mean? I woke up sweating from this dream (and it wasn't hot last night)
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