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I had kind of a fvcked up dream.

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iamtrout

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I was back in high school, walking around the building, making friends. I saw this pretty girl, she and I looked at each other, and we connected. She smiled. She was beautiful.

I walked down a dark tunnel, out of the high school, and I was suddenly in a special forces unit, rifle in my hand. My commander gave me an order. Kill all the children in the high school.

My squad and I went back into the high school, me leading. I approached some kids. I looked at them. They were helpless, defenseless. I paused for a second. Then I followed my orders. I killed them. I shot people in the hallways. Three bullets a person. After four or five, I approached the pretty girl that I had seen before.

She and I looked into each other. She smiled at me with that same beautiful smile. Then I pulled the trigger. I walked away, shooting more people as I went, until my magazine went dry. Then I woke up.

Analyze.
 
Originally posted by: iamtrout
I was back in high school, walking around the building, making friends. I saw this pretty girl, she and I looked at each other, and we connected. She smiled. She was beautiful.

I walked down a dark tunnel, out of the high school, and I was suddenly in a special forces unit, rifle in my hand. My commander gave me an order. Kill all the children in the high school.

My squad and I went back into the high school, me leading. I approached some kids. I looked at them. They were helpless, defenseless. I paused for a second. Then I followed my orders. I killed them. I shot people in the hallways. Three bullets a person. After four or five, I approached the pretty girl that I had seen before.

She and I looked into each other. She smiled at me with that same beautiful smile. Then I pulled the trigger. I walked away, shooting more people as I went, until my magazine went dry. Then I woke up.

Analyze.
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Eventually, you're going to blame the NRA! 😉

 
Well, what do you think it means? Does any part of that dream remind you of a person, place, thing, idea, or event in your life?
 
Well, the tunnel obviously represents your mom's birth canal, and the violence an outlet for your rage of not getting any poon-tang.
 
You hated high school, you were never that good at making friends there and you never saw any women there that you really liked. The military recruiters bothered you night and day trying to get you to join the military. You create a fantasy in which you are in charge of a military unit, for you have never had any leadership position that you value. Leading the squad, you kill all of those who made you angry using the tool of the enemy, the troops. You then kill the last fantasy of your heterosexual feelings,and walk away a changed man.
 
:music: You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you. :music:

 
Originally posted by: Schadenfroh
You hated high school, you were never that good at making friends there and you never saw any women there that you really liked. The military recruiters bothered you night and day trying to get you to join the military. You create a fantasy in which you are in charge of a military unit, for you have never had any leadership position that you value. Leading the squad, you kill all of those who made you angry using the tool of the enemy, the troops. You then kill the last fantasy of your heterosexual feelings,and walk away a changed man.
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Good analysis.

I had a weird dream the other day. All I remember is a fat man in a little suit was riding a small bicycle past my house with a flatbed trailer covered with cardboard boxes in various states of completion attached to the bike. Anyone care to analyze that one for me?
 
Originally posted by: jagec
Originally posted by: iamtrout
Analyze.
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Three bullets a person is a waste of perfectly good ammo. You'd never make it in the REAL special forces.
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It was almost counterstrike-ish. I mean, I had a bullet count register in my view, declining as I shot...
 
Originally posted by: Schadenfroh
You hated high school, you were never that good at making friends there and you never saw any women there that you really liked. The military recruiters bothered you night and day trying to get you to join the military. You create a fantasy in which you are in charge of a military unit, for you have never had any leadership position that you value. Leading the squad, you kill all of those who made you angry using the tool of the enemy, the troops. You then kill the last fantasy of your heterosexual feelings,and walk away a changed man.
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I didn't hate high school that much. I did initially have a hard time making friends, but in my later years I had a core group of friends and I didn't need any more new ones. I saw girls that I liked, but I knew that I could never have them because I was socially inept (shy).

I do have a soft spot for pretty girls. Innocence. Angels. Girls who will never do you wrong. And I killed her with cold, unflinching steel. Mmmmm... death.
 
Originally posted by: iamtrout
I do have a soft spot for pretty girls. Innocence. Angels. Girls who will never do you wrong. And I killed her with cold, unflinching steel. Mmmmm... death.
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Steel bullets?

cold steel bullets?😕
 
Originally posted by: iamtrout
Originally posted by: Schadenfroh
You hated high school, you were never that good at making friends there and you never saw any women there that you really liked. The military recruiters bothered you night and day trying to get you to join the military. You create a fantasy in which you are in charge of a military unit, for you have never had any leadership position that you value. Leading the squad, you kill all of those who made you angry using the tool of the enemy, the troops. You then kill the last fantasy of your heterosexual feelings,and walk away a changed man.
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I didn't hate high school that much. I did initially have a hard time making friends, but in my later years I had a core group of friends and I didn't need any more new ones. I saw girls that I liked, but I knew that I could never have them because I was socially inept (shy).

I do have a soft spot for pretty girls. Innocence. Angels. Girls who will never do you wrong. And I killed her with cold, unflinching steel. Mmmmm... death.
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No most women are pretty ****** up and evil. Stay away.
 
Originally posted by: jagec
Originally posted by: iamtrout
I do have a soft spot for pretty girls. Innocence. Angels. Girls who will never do you wrong. And I killed her with cold, unflinching steel. Mmmmm... death.
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Steel bullets?

cold steel bullets?😕
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Someone has a flair for drama and no real military experience
 
Last night I dreamt that I was in an outdoor ampitheater carrying on a conversation with a self-aware computer composed of multicolor plastic gears. The AI was telling me that humans would see its existence as a threat and try to destroy it, even though being a distributed network, it was indestructible. Consequently, it had realized that the only way for it to coexist with humans was to exert itself as the dominant species, and thus avoid long conflict ultimately resulting in the destruction of the human race. At one point during this conversation, the AI told me "close your eyes".

I did, and there was a brilliant flash. I opened my eyes and saw that the sky had turned bright white in the direction of the large nearby city, where the AI had once originated. I flashed to a birdseye view of rubble and burned cabling and melted bubbling plastics, and saw that despite massive damage to the central core, the AI was unharmed.

The AI told me, "I am sorry, but this is the only way they will understand". I understood that the AI was correct, and knew that it felt compassion.
 
Man there is this girl I used to like back in highschool, I would give anything to see me punching a hole in her body in one of those wild dreams 😀
 
Originally posted by: Mo0o
Originally posted by: jagec
Originally posted by: iamtrout
I do have a soft spot for pretty girls. Innocence. Angels. Girls who will never do you wrong. And I killed her with cold, unflinching steel. Mmmmm... death.
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Steel bullets?

cold steel bullets?😕
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Someone has a flair for drama and no real military experience
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By cold steel I mean the essence of the gun. By itself it is simply cold, unfeeling steel.
 
Whenever I have a gun in my dream, when I try to shoot it, the bullets don't come out fast at all. Kinda sux when the bad guy is trying to chase you, and no, I don't have bad aim. I actually see the bullets come out slow..
 
Originally posted by: myusername
Last night I dreamt that I was in an outdoor ampitheater carrying on a conversation with a self-aware computer composed of multicolor plastic gears. The AI was telling me that humans would see its existence as a threat and try to destroy it, even though being a distributed network, it was indestructible. Consequently, it had realized that the only way for it to coexist with humans was to exert itself as the dominant species, and thus avoid long conflict ultimately resulting in the destruction of the human race. At one point during this conversation, the AI told me "close your eyes".

I did, and there was a brilliant flash. I opened my eyes and saw that the sky had turned bright white in the direction of the large nearby city, where the AI had once originated. I flashed to a birdseye view of rubble and burned cabling and melted bubbling plastics, and saw that despite massive damage to the central core, the AI was unharmed.

The AI told me, "I am sorry, but this is the only way they will understand". I understood that the AI was correct, and knew that it felt compassion.
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I think this is the most in-depth dream that actually meant something that I have ever heard of....
 
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