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Offline mieksta

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MURDER...with blunt objects
« on: May 23, 2012, 07:36:45 PM »
I've had two dreams in 9 days where someone has been beaten to death with a blunt object.
1.Dream
A priest is talking to a burned, deformed baby.
"You are God's,
special One" he says this in a creepy sing-song voice which is starting to scare me.
He keeps chanting this over and over, then with horror I realized he's talking to me. He keeps getting louder and more creepy. Then he adds to more verses.
"Prepare,
to burn" he's still chanting in the sing-song voice.
I'm really scared at this point, I pick up a length of pipe of the ground and bash him over the head with it. He falls over, but wont stop chanting. I hit him with the pipe until he stops, then the bell rings.

2.DREAM
I'm at my house. My sister is watching a movie about a baby with a man voice that lives in the jungle. A commercial comes up. Some guy has rebuilt the Parthenon and is giving tickets out to people to see. He says he's only giving them out in Dallas, Texas. I decide to write him a letter. The scene changes, I no longer have a body. I see a man walking in the park. He's wearing a dress shirt and slacks and has ginger hair. He's eating a subway sandwich. He goes over to a park bench and decides to lay down. I see a woman in a car now. She stops at a light so she's right beside him. He whistles at her. She has a crazy look on her face and drives away. It's now night-time the man is walking on a trail. I see the woman in her car. She tries to hit him with it, he runs. She catches up pretty rapidly, I realizes the guy doesn't have a chance. She hits him,  he flings into the side of the cliff that's above him. She walks over to him with a bat and smashes his face. He looks dead. He mumbles something.
"It's...Ittts... not....my... my.... time.... why?" most of his face is caved inNo blood as usual so he sounds horrid
"Aww I must not have hit you hard enough" with that hits him in the jaw there a sickening crack and several of t=his teeth fall out. Then she brains him ending it. I'm back in my body now. I see a report on the news and decide to go to the police....
"God put me on earth to do a certain amount of things, right now Im so far behind that I'll never die."

"You don't have to out run the bear, just you hunting partner."

"This cup of coffee taste like battery acid thats been pissed on and cursed at for several hours."

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Re: MURDER...with blunt objects
« Reply #1 on: May 23, 2012, 10:50:37 PM »
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Re: MURDER...with blunt objects
« Reply #2 on: May 23, 2012, 11:16:43 PM »
No idea, i've been arguing with everyone lately thou
"God put me on earth to do a certain amount of things, right now Im so far behind that I'll never die."

"You don't have to out run the bear, just you hunting partner."

"This cup of coffee taste like battery acid thats been pissed on and cursed at for several hours."

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Re: MURDER...with blunt objects
« Reply #3 on: May 24, 2012, 01:34:27 AM »
If you want to gain insight from these dreams, I would suggest thinking about whats behind these arguments your having - maybe beyond their content, under the surface.  It could be the same thing thats behind these dreams.

A baby in both dreams strikes me as possibly significant
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Re: MURDER...with blunt objects
« Reply #4 on: May 24, 2012, 03:08:19 AM »
Death could represent the end of something. Babies might symbolize a beginning. Is some major transition in your life happening now? A transition that's disturbing to you?
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me.
-- from Attics of My Life, by Robert Hunter