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I had a dream.

I was working as a security guard in a shopping plaza. We(idk who the other dude was, my trainer/partner or w/e) were in the office and we got a call that one of the units halfway down had a "crisis" on their hands and needed us there asap. We get almost there when we get another call that someone had been seriously injured in the last unit. We decided first come first serve and continue into the first unit.

This unit is some sort of Daycare. Turns out the crisis is one of the children doesn't understand colors and so he is refusing to color or draw. I want to go check out the injured person so I can call 911 if needed but I either decided it was unimportant or my partner told me not to worry about it. So my partner and I proceed to explain to him how colors work and give him a better understanding of them (w/e that means) but it all left a very nice feeling, like something magical had happened. So we head on out and down to the other unit to check out this injured person.

So as it turns out, due to flash back or idk what you'd call them, I see a dude who bowls on my irl bowling league running away from the scene with a bloody T Shirt on. Anyways, I zone back into reality and we get to the body, randomly it's Industria. They tell us that her and the dude from league got into an arguement(trolling maybe idk) and she hit him at which point he uppercutted the shit out of her, she hit her head on some jagged rocks and was pouring blood. By the time we arrived after dicking around with the daycare she had bled out and died. Then something along the lines of "Looks like somebody showed her . . . the carfax. (YEAAAAAAAHCSILOLOL)".

That's about all I remember before I woke up. What does it all mean?

You want to have babies with industria.

You also like rough sex.

I am THE man.
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Do you sleep with the tv on?

No. No music, nothing. Just silence.

Sounds like she got trolled.

The dream I had last night involved flying banelings. I don't really remember anything else about it.

If destruction exists, we must destroy everything.
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I rarely remember my dreams. One I seem to have often is like Lake Placid and it ends right before the crocodile gets me. Kinda like when you click leave WG as you get swarmed.

No idea what that dream means either but fuckt he water and fuck sharks. I won't even swim in a pool on an off chance that they somehow got in through the pipes. Least the Street Sharks aren't real . . . yet.

Dreams = brain processing everything you've seen (and things you may have seen but never consciously processed). Hence why there's such random things in them that seem to never make sense.

AKA anything you dream about is something you've experienced recently and is then just mashed together with 20 other things all at the same time in the same second.

Reason I asked if you watched TV, sometimes what is going on while sleeping is being processed by your brain still so it gets thrown into the dream. Try going to sleep when The First 48 is on..... gets you some fucked up dreams

i had a dream, then i took a shower and forgot it

is industria hot irl?

"thank you."

also, don't worry about it.

She's cute.

I wouldn't say hot.

But this is a very biased opinion, because she's skinny.

PS. I don't think dreams really mean anything. And am I the only one that has a ton of control in my dreams (usually).

Lucid Dreaming D:
Yeah, I'd say she's cute though or maybe neat!

I had a dream where i had to defend lucius voreno in a lake side mansion from those little yellow robots from the megaman series steaming in from the woods like so many zombies. also, i fought some vampires and a bat person.

I had super strength and flight.


Eat it.

Oh yeah well . . . I had a dream where I was you. I had a dream inside the dream where i had to defend lucius voreno in a lake side mansion from those little yellow robots from the megaman series steaming in from the woods like so many zombies. also, i fought some vampires and a bat person.

I had super strength and flight.

Eat that, punk.

I had a dream where you both ate it.

I have a dream 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 the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little 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, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

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.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with 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.

And 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 snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes 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 molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow 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!