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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:11 am
Lord Vyce I don't really remember the details. Long black hair, taller than me (back then). Dark eyes. She had a powerful demeanor. She was light skinned and not very top-heavy, maybe a C cup. Maybe. I really can't remember, I'm just pulling fragments together. The more I think about it, the more she changes. Did she, per chance, have sorta wavy hair, possibly with a reddish tint?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:30 am
chikushou Lord Vyce I don't really remember the details. Long black hair, taller than me (back then). Dark eyes. She had a powerful demeanor. She was light skinned and not very top-heavy, maybe a C cup. Maybe. I really can't remember, I'm just pulling fragments together. The more I think about it, the more she changes. Did she, per chance, have sorta wavy hair, possibly with a reddish tint?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:51 am
Lord Vyce chikushou Lord Vyce I don't really remember the details. Long black hair, taller than me (back then). Dark eyes. She had a powerful demeanor. She was light skinned and not very top-heavy, maybe a C cup. Maybe. I really can't remember, I'm just pulling fragments together. The more I think about it, the more she changes. Did she, per chance, have sorta wavy hair, possibly with a reddish tint? Sorry. sweatdrop Just wondering about it, because it reminded me of something that I saw in a dream. Ignore me.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:42 am
chikushou Lord Vyce chikushou Lord Vyce I don't really remember the details. Long black hair, taller than me (back then). Dark eyes. She had a powerful demeanor. She was light skinned and not very top-heavy, maybe a C cup. Maybe. I really can't remember, I'm just pulling fragments together. The more I think about it, the more she changes. Did she, per chance, have sorta wavy hair, possibly with a reddish tint? Sorry. sweatdrop Just wondering about it, because it reminded me of something that I saw in a dream. Ignore me.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:58 pm
I had a dream where I was being stalked. I don't remember the details, I just remember being bloody scared the whole time. I've actually been having a lot of those sorts of dreams lately. It's probably somewhat in correlation to real life; I've been getting these calls from someone who's been hiding their number from me, and the one time I accidently answered it, there was nothing at the other end, which sorta freaked me out. And I'm paranoid, so yeah. ninja
But, I'm really happy now. I think I've found my bird of paradise.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 7:06 am
I'm suddenly remembering a dream I had a while ago again. It was like, I was in this place, and there was this guy there, whom everyone was saying was really cute and good looking and stuff, only I didn't think so. He looked just average to me. But then, as the dream went on, I suddenly thought he looked really beautiful. Then, there was something about how someone was trying to get him to model women's clothes. After that, he went into his room or something, and someone asked me to go give him something. So I went, and when I did, he looked completely different. He was somewhat moritfied to have seen me in there, as he was cursed to look infinitely uglier when he was in his room. So then I agreed to help him.
I don't remember anything after that.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 11:36 am
Man, I cant remember any dreams right now. Only little parts of some of my most famous dreams.
...Magneto baseball cap gopher chasing...
...Evil faerie poison to pterodactyl like wings death armlet mountain ruins...
...Sliding down Mount Everest on a sled...
The only thing that I remember correctly was that jester...with red glowing eyes, staring at me. When I was little, to about the time that I was 11, I always had a dreamt about me, sliding down a huge ramp and ramping off it to a chandelier on the ceiling, and as I looked down, there was this jester, wine-red and black, with red glowing eyes, starring at me. There was this really heavy mood, as to make me lose hold of the chandelier and die from his viscious glare. The heavy mood could be heard and smelled. It was creepy.
I must have encountered him at least 200 times (no jokes), until I got to my late 11 years and walked down the ramp to face him. He emanated this gaping wine-red aura, that was sapping my standing up strenght, forcing me to my knees. He did not walk, only oddly got there. As if I blinked. It was when I saw inside his red eyes, as he faced me (like 30 centimeters) that I saw something chilling to my core and all was silent as the place went black from the wine-red fading. I knew I was dreaming then. Everything was black for what seemed like days. I then thought of something (dont remember) and ripped the black out, took the jester's head, which was right behind the now ripped black curtain like thing, and knee smashed his face. I then took his little wand thing, which looked like a duplicate of his face and held it up high. I woke up then.
I never saw that intro of the stair ramp or the creepy jester ever again. I do know now, that if I ever encounter him again, that I would face him with full confidence. smile
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:22 am
I had a dream where there was a house built on the side of my school where no one lived, so me and several other kids decided to go in it and claim it. I don't remember the details; I just remember there was a room full of naked girls for part of it. ninja
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 11:11 am
I was in some weird world, and my BoP was protecting me. From something. I don't know what. And I think we were looking for something. I remember waking up with that feeling that I was being held, warmly and closely, so I knew my BoP must have been in that dream. That's all I remember.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 7:15 am
I had a dream where I was in a school, though not my school, mind you, and it was really, really, huge. It was like an ubermansion. Anyways, there were a lot of people there, and I guess we were having a party. Anyways, we couldn't go outside because there were zombies outside who would try to kill us. But, somehow, one of the zombies got in on the top floor. So, we had to run down about 4 flights of stairs, only to find that there were also zombies on the first floor. So then we started tossing bedsheets at them, and getting all the sheets in one place, because that was the only way to get all the zombies together. So, in the end, me and 3 other people made it out of the room where all the sheets and zombies were, and just sat there, waiting for the sun to rise so we could go outside again. And then I woke up.
I'm thinking there was more to this dream, but I can't remember how it fit in.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 11:48 am
Man, I had the weirdest dream last night. Britney Spears, Chris Jericho, a Ferarri, cops, and me at the wheel, were all somehow mixed together in my dream. I also remember that she said something about my smile before I woke up. Before hand, though, Errr....WTF's goin' on here?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 6:41 am
I had a dream where I was in some weird little town, and I think for a little I was space traveling. I remember this guy asked if he could play my clarinet, and I said he could, and then it turned out that I was supposed to be playing, so I told him he couldn't sightread the part for me, so I sat on his lap and was playing. I think he something-between-tickled-and-groped me.
And then, I was sitting on a rock with him, by a creek, listening to music. That's all I remember.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 4:43 pm
A dream I had a while back:
It began in the midst of an orgy I was having with Vitali and Wladimir Klitschko (brothers), and Ruslan Fedotenko. All happen to be Ukrainian. Well, in the middle of this romp, a car bomb goes off. Ruslan's car is the victim of this. Apparently, the culprit was a character I had created around this time by the name of Arkadiy Ovdiyuk. He happens to be a former Russian terrorist.
Well, Ruslan at this point is having a fit and throwing a temper tantrum. He is whining that he can't have an erection because his car is blown to pieces. He runs off crying.
The remaining two, the two I thought I could rely on, are having a little bit of brotherly love. I frown at them and say, "Hey, what about me?"
Vitali, the elder of the two, only says with a heavy Ukrainian accent, "Sorry. His turn."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 6:51 am
I had a dream where I tried to elope with someone whom I know but I will not say. It failed. That made me sad. sad
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