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<li>Hanana out in the prairie</li>
<li>Being chased eternally by a hamburger</li>
<li>Crying over someone eating my chips</li>
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<p>When i told everyone of my likes and dislikes of a girl…
Ended up butt ****ing a girl…felt good…but then in the morning i realized the sensation had come from the jizz that wet my boxers.</p>
<p>When I was a kid, I had this dream that I was sitting in my parents’ room with my mom and my brother. A huge thunderstorm started, and the whole house was shaking. My mom, my brother, and I walked into our kitchen, and I put my hand on the breakfast bar. Somehow, I got this black powder on my hands, and my mom started screaming loudly and scrubbing my hands with a wipe. It was actually a really scary dream.</p>
<p>A few nights ago, I has this dream that I was going to a dance with this guy who I went to school with in elementary school and middle school, and after the dance we were sitting on my couch and he had his arm around me. It was so weird because I never even talked to that guy in real life and I haven’t seen him in over a year…</p>
<p>^I realize I am reviving a fairly old thread, but I felt like sharing-</p>
<p>So I was sitting in St. Michael’s Church in Hildesheim, Germany. (I have never been here before, only saw pictures of it in Art History). Everyone’s head was bowed in deep fervent prayer, when all of a sudden, a disco ball and a large plasma screen TV descend from the ceiling. The music video for “Teach Me How to Dougie” comes on, strobe lights flash across the room, and everybody in the nave gets up and starts dancing. The priest starts breakdancing as well. It was all very odd, and so, so interesting.</p>
<p>Senior year stress is getting to me.</p>
<p>I tend to have (or, at least, remember) very disturbing dreams.</p>
<p>When I was about six, I had a strange dream that has persisted with me for the ten years since then. I was living in a bucolic, hobbit-esque village (round huts, garden gnomes, and bright vegetation dominated), and I had just arrived home. Upon entering my hut, I encountered a very scraggly-looking old woman, with gray hair and a black cloak (sort of like the wicked witch from Snow White). Warts and blemishes covered her skin and face. She approached me aggressively, and I shouted for her to leave. She refused and proceeded to grab my arms, talking in jibberish that sounded very hostile. I screamed louder, and some policemen promptly entered and apprehended the woman. They began to drag her out of the hut, and, all of a sudden, she transformed into my mother. She began to weep and called out my name; but it was too late. I had sentenced her to imprisonment. I started to cry and shout for her, but she was gone.</p>
<p>A few years ago, I had the first dream that physically caused me to wake up in the middle of the night (2:42 AM, to be exact). It was a horrific nightmare, in which short, gruesome clips (small “videos”) pervaded. I remember a specific clip where a number of small children where running around, actively decomposing, with their heads falling off and rolling around. At the termination of every such clip, a startling brick wall would slam in front of me (I was a bystander, not a participant, in this dream; as if unwillingly watching a disgusting movie). The clip that caused me to wake from my slumber was particularly disturbing. A man and a woman had met on a sidewalk and were talking. Smiling, the woman tells the man that she is pregnant. (I now know that they are married.) Overjoyed, the husband takes the woman in his arms and laughs. Suddenly, the man begins to twitch violently. He sets the woman down and makes a series of unnatural gestures that give the impression of a monster attacking something protected by a forcefield. He repeatedly reaches (aggressively and hostilely) toward the woman, then backs away, as if repelled by some unseen force. Astonishingly, he then disappears. The woman looks around hysterically, tears streaming down her confused face. All of a sudden, from the adjacent street, the man’s face begins to rise. It floats up slowly through the asphalt. And the most unsettling thing: his face is wearing a positively goofy, glassy-eyed grin. Then the brick wall slams in my face.</p>