dreams

jerbl · 2005-03-11 13:33:44

Well, since I've been given the idea, I will risk having one more sticky up here for all the see, I don't want to have too many of them, but I like the idea so here goes, but first a couple of guidelines:

Because dreams are so erratic, it fits with the focus of the site, which is good, but they can also bring out questionable things that are offensive, those are bad. In staying with the course of the site, I would openly encourage people that remember some of them to post them here, keeping in mind that offensive material (so my mom can read it) is not allowed.

I said a couple, but what I meant was just ONE guideline! All well....

One of the dreams that I remember the most would be back when I was a child, this wasn't a happy kind of dream, but the horror involved is interesting to think about now. (I do have good dreams, I'll think about those later) There is a type of dream known to most in the psychology world as the night terror. It is similar to sleep walking only that the mind is locked in a sequence of fear and terror (hence the name) some of the dreams that I remember that ended like this usually had to do with parts of the body, I remember especially one that I was staring at my hand, most particularly a finger. That finger was somehow representative of every fear that I had known up to that point and even now some of the time, I can duplicate that feeling of fear by looking at my hands, its kind of weird when you think about it actually. Most of those dreams would end with my in a semi comatose state (there but not, like sleepwalking) just bawling my eyes out. This would summon my parents, and the sweet part of the whole experience is when I would feel the fear leave (sometimes it's almost as if I was watching myself in third person) when my dad would put his hands on my head and command it to leave. I remember that very well, and it happened many times. So not everything has to end bad. Maybe next time I will remember about the dream that I had in cartoon color, kinda weird.

Seraph, I would suggest you repost your dream here (if you want). Time for Japanese.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-03-11 14:05:22

Whatever you say, captain!

I don't count many dreams as nightmares. Something I would count as I nightmare would be when I woke up honestly afraid but that is rare. My dreams are always vivid and perhaps..weird.

Monisawa · 2005-03-11 19:22:14

I could easily make up dreams that sound like dreams...or nightmares...it was a specialty I loved writing about 2-3 years ago. And honestly they are riveting..

And also for anyone who has a hard time remembering dreams, the second you wake up, you should immediately write everything that comes to mind. Usually the dreams are latched to the emotions of your body and easily sway them in any direction. It is really cool whenever I would write dreams down. But due to my getting to bed really late and waking up early, I really don't have memoriable dreams...sigh. I miss them.

Though the ones I have been having are awsome to the fact that I am given semi control over the dream...usually my first inclanation is to fly, as it symoblizes absolute freedom relative that we have so much open sky above us, and as I try to fly I look up to the stars, while floating and see the stars. Knowing I can do anything I want in this dream, I want to fly to the stars, see the unkown...but as I fly towards them the realization as I slowly fly up that at the rate I was going I would never even make it close to the moon....this is when I lose control of the dream...most likely I wake up. Sigh...

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-04-16 22:21:39

Wouldst the audience like to hear my latest dream accomplishments?

Reythak · 2005-04-17 20:39:50

yes, i being an audience that reads a lot and talks little (cough cough yeah cough right cough cough) I will listen... er, read what you have to say, maybe it'll spark my imagination that i do not seem to have in ability to use in creativity... or something like that.

Reythak · 2005-04-17 20:41:38

y'know, i think it's really bad when you have dreams about your workplace. I have them more frequently than most others, well i remember them more frequently than any other. And they all are about me successfully selling an item, or something of being overjoyed for ridding myself of something i thought was impossible.

firegem · 2005-04-18 13:49:19

thats understandable, your there more than most places.

lil_red-fox · 2005-04-23 16:12:35

Some evil person led me along with a rather large group of other people through the desert, onto some unknown destination. Finally we reached a large peaking rock, with some sort of cave entrance. The one who was leading us went up to the top, to where we could not see, and commanded that none follow. We had many a possesion with us, such as a portable keyboard, a sled, a computer?, a desk and many other things that all piled together in room near the entrance of the cave, in a very nice, long, rectangularly shaped room, with a carpeted floor. Off to the side of the entrance, past the room, was our only escape... but we could not go that way, for it was blocked by many icicles, pointing not only down, but up as well, they reached on for some half a mile... there was no way to break through it all without the dragon, who was master of the cave, or his henchman who led us here finding out. One day, some many a car drove up to our cave, people who had found out about the dragon, and came to stay at the cave for a while to observe it. Stupid poeple! We tried to warn them that they must leave, for there was no going back. Many escaped, but a few were stuck. One of them had a plan. There was a sled in our store room, he wanted to use it to break the ice, to do it quickly with his wieght giving enough force to do so, then I was to follow after him on my back, down the icy slide. We did this in the dark of the night, although it wasn't really that dark, him first with me following after, I had to stop and wait for him once or twice, but finally we were out! We crashed into a deep, clear pool. I could see the red and brown bottom who knows how far away. Then the dragon came. Now, don't be jealous of my having a dragon in my gream, because he was not too nice to look upon, yes, indeed, an ugly dragon. We fought with him and tried to escape! Until finally,

Reythak · 2005-04-24 14:25:24

let me guess, you woke up.

firegem · 2005-04-25 11:52:59

no!! she died!!
so i had a dream i was in a talent show at school. i burped the abcs 4 my talent, even though i cant. then i was walking home, and there were train tracks in the middle of my neighborhood, and a herd of ostriches. then i looked back at the road i had just come off of and the was a black pick up truck coming my way. then i was joseph smith and i hoped hyrum was in the truck and he would take me home.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-04-25 13:37:11

Lol! I've been having so mnay weird dreams lately that I couldn't put all of them down.

firegem · 2005-04-25 13:53:33

it would really be interested to find out what so many dreams mean. i keep being weirded out by this one though, how does someone dream their joseph smith? that almost seems sackreligous.

lil_red-fox · 2005-04-26 14:17:47

lol!!

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-07-15 20:39:47

I had this wacko dream last night you have GOT to hear about. It begins with me walking across my lawn and I'm looking at someone--a friend who is living in another state who's a missionary. So I run after her, crying, "Eileen! Eileen!" and she turns around, all surprised. So after we hug we lay down on the grass and we're talking about something. I just remember something about missionary work. All of a sudden, Eileen gets up and starts walking towards these train tracks that are in place of my house.

I'm like...huh? Without warning, this big HUGE spaceship appears and Eileen jumps into it. It's metal, gray, and sort of looks like....well...big huge octogons attactched together, kind of like a Garados. (By the way, the door opened...like..a part of the spaceship.)

Anyway, I jump in and there's this guy in the back putting fuel into the tank--which is, actually, compost heap materials. And he's got a wooden spoon, and pushing it in. I'm like, hey, lala, I know what that is. Then suddenly the spaceship rocks and by this time, we're in space. This guy is crying out, "Who knows how to fly this thing?" (That's another guy..some pilot that needs help.) I scramble across the room--there's steel everywhere and people sitting down in gray seats. Well, I set myself down on a stool and he gives me some coordinates. So I'm turning and spinning with the ship. I put in these coordinates and he says when the timer hits two, press this button. So I press the button. The only problem? That would be that we exploded part of the ship instead of whatever we ended up trying to bomb--an alien ship. At any rate, I go flying through space and end up on this spinning platform. Eileen is at another part of the ship, holding out her hand. She cries for me to jump while everything is exploding and I do. WE're now on an alien ship.

Now this scene repeated itself a couple times, sort of like a video game, but I'll just go ahead and give you my "final" format that my brain decided to do.

I have this weapon--I think it's an Electro-Bo, which is basically something that collects electricity and you can zap people with it..only that it has lightsaber properties. So I'm duking it out with the aliens, y'know? There's no blood..l just slice enemies and they dissapear and I'm really good with this weapon, so Eileen and I are making our way fairly easily through the enemy.

We get to this white hall with sky blue lights and suddenly, there's three other people. One is Eileen dressed in a red/orange outfit and then I have to suddenly go into a room in the hall to change cuz it's a bathroom. So I'm looking at my clothes and looking at the suit and thinking..will this fit me? And meanwhile they're fighting the aliens and I'm just standing there looking at the pants wondering if they'll look good when suddenly they change to a blue color and my dream ends.

firegem · 2005-08-02 08:38:36

whoa, thats really deep.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-11-25 12:14:23

I had just come to vie in this new place. I had a brother and a mother and father, all older. I was a shape-changer and a secret agent. I had gotten a new job helping deliver packages with a UPS company. Needless to say, it was easy. I didn't have trouble walking around town and stuff. I was working with a particular sun-brown man and we had just turned the bend in the road. The road went down into sort of tunnel and it was dark. I did not want to go down there. I turned to look beside me and I saw in a home the smallest room with figurines and chairs and just perfect...the street turned to maroon carpet for a second, then changed again. The sun-brown man was talking with my mother, who was yelling at him to make me get the job done and to help me. I turned off the phone and told him, exasperated, that we needed to get going. I had one last packagae in my hand and I didn't know what I was supposed to do. The man took it from me and then opened the door of the house, then set it on the shelf while we talked. Then he turned and got on his car and left because it was the last one.

So I went walking up the street. Suddenly I had a basketball on hand. As I walked by the seashore of the town, I saw tons of kids--teens, playing with hula hoops and balls. I walked stoically between them as they stared. I apparently had real good moves. I played with some of the children, as apparently I also had some good soccer skills, too. I walked up onto the concrete porch of the three story Gothic/Modern house and began to flap my arms at which point I began to rise. I Changed into an eagle and began to fly above in the sky, lifting with the thermals, flying across the beach.

I finally came to a large business building with the parking lot. I called down to the sun-brown man and he saw me and asked if I saw "the diamond." I saw it and had a little trouble floating down but did so, though he laughed becuase I picked the wrong diamond.
Anyway, it was time for the Company Social.

I was a tall, thin woman with black hair and olive skin--I was very beautiful and dressed in a sparkling black dress. I was walking around, listening to the band being played, when a woman with blond curls and cherry red lips saw me. She drew me past the red curtains and showed me a sort of Elephant Aztec piece where I had ten thousand dollars stored.

"Would you like to get your hands on the Mummer's Candle?" she asked with a coy smile. This was my real reason for being here--the Mummer's Candle. I had to get it back!

"I'd love to," I replied, my voice just as honey like. She pointed to the Aztec piece.

"Your money is in there?" I nodded. "Tomorrow night, I will bring you the Mummer's Candle. It will be 'glued' to a mask, so it will look fairly normal as tomorrow is the Costume party. Give me the money then and we'll be good."

She nodded. I nodded, and the deal was made. She left and I began to think. Tomorrow night I was also in a play--I had a vision of myself, sparkling, beautiful, perfect--I thought to myself that I could simply dance my way around and then steal the mask from her and expose her as the thief! Perhaps the police would be there, too...Yes, that would be a good way to do it!

The next night, I was sitting by my computer. My father and mother and brother, all shape changers, were getting ready for the party. Mom was dressed in a long red dress and the boys had tuxes. My father was murmurring about how they were going to be late. Father and I were standing in the entryway, I by the piano. There was another couch and outside our three story home and around the corner was a small kitchen nook and a sliding door where you could see the moon outside and the sea.

Father continued to fuss. I stared out the window where I saw the car was running with its headlights on. Apparently mom and dad had a ride picking them up.

"We're going to be late!" Father said and mother was being all too patient with him. I was still mulling over my plans. I hugged them and father gave me a kiss and told them to have everything go well. As soon as they left, my fidgety brother was playing with his clothes and such by the door, waiting for me to get in gear.

"Are you sure it's right to change my password?" I asked him, because what if someone got into our house and tried to hack my computer? I wrote down a couple of letters on a sticky note for me later. Then I decided I had to change my password! I started typing in things on the computer...trying to make it have a new password..my fingers wouldn't work all so well..images blurred..and then came into focus. I had a yellow Prismacolor pencil and I wrote down the password "Halrune" for it. There was a feeling of danger and darkness in the air. I was praying I'd get it done before the bad guys came, for they must be coming because of this feeling....and the screens WERE open...

That's when the lights went out. I woke up.

So as far as to what happened, while I'm assuming they ransack the house...I don't know about my brother....I'd turn into a fly or something, get ouside, fly up to the roof becuase the house was probably being watched, turn into a tan and black cat and maybe get away? Who knows, since I never finished the dream.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-11-29 03:18:47

I dreamed this April 10th of 2004...

A castle, full of dungeons, chains, and cobwebs with green and blue lighting. Spirits in gray cloaks wandered these halls, past the iron doors and other assorted things. I saw so many people walk in and they began to walk around. Sometimes's they'd get to the Door before it attacked. Sometimes they didn't. As you were walking, all of a sudden, chains come around you and bind you. They were heavy, with locks and weights and acted like snakes around you. I myself, when upon walking towards the Door, did not get attacked until I had reached its chamber.

It was a large circular room with an infinite black bottom and a curved stone walkway, almost like a yin-yang. Without warning, the chains came for me from the door. I struggled against them, knowing that I had to be taken. I decided to jump off of the walkway and the chains pulled me up. (*It was all in computer graphics at this point*)

I had jumped down because the Door was made for spirits, not real, live people, which is why it took forever. The Door took you to heck, actually.

Well, of course, the chains won, no doubt about it. So I got pulled through the door. There are two statues?purple and sparkling foam white and axes and slicy things down a dark hallway. I had seen it many times before with the souls. But then, just about as I was to leave this world screaming, it stopped. And I saw myself stuck in the doorway, my head still out and in a moment's notice, I was out and I felt safe. The Door no longer wanted me and had accepted me.

So I began wondering around the castle. There was a particular experiment being done by this guy in a navy suit. Anyway, we were walking towards one of the science rooms and I had issues getting past the chains because I couldn't go through them like the other ghosts could. I began to wish I was some other creature, some other spirit. It was...interesting.

Anyway, so we got to the door, alright? And everything was there. The creature?a white and brown splotched one that looked majorly cute was chained up, brining new spirits into the castle to work. Pure harvested spirits, that is. Anyway, they were trying to breed new spirits and this one that was bearish attacked me as soon as I came upon the door. My mind was kinda surprised it didn't hurt, lol. Anyway, I grabbed it and threw it towards the professor, who promptly shot it. The spirit then disappeared.

Fabulous, huh? Anyway, a new spirit, a child spirit, came in. She had such large black eyes and she was nervous but strong and powerful. So that specimen had worked.

Anyway, I took her with me to where I lived in the castle. There is a seascape with lots of broken architecture there, falling over and rotting, etc. (There was lots of moss and "windows.") I had another demon servant?a black horse with a more human/goat face with wings. He was talking with my other friend/servant who had recently sprouted wings and was learning a slick defense skill that produced eggs with her white, slender, clawed hands. They were talking about the mission of the castle, which I've completely forgotten, to say the least.

The only thing was we had to make sure she didn't learn level five magic yet. And then I woke up...so, yeah. There ya have it.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2006-01-17 11:55:16

That was a twisted dream, yo. It began with me going to be a teacher in another country, except I?m in my pajamas. Mike, was going to be teaching a gospel class. Well, it was a nice, bright sunny day and I went to the first class. Then I went through the door towards Mike?s class and then to the partition where I could see a dark chapel with ruby-red covering over the pews. People were milling around a bit and then the class Mike was teaching began to dissipate. I waved to Mike and sat down and my pajamas changed to different pajamas. At that point the room went dark but I could still see the scenery outside?green grass, cool late afternoon sunshine and mountains-and I whispered something to a friend nearby about how I was so excited to see Mike before I left.

Well, we were waiting for the class to start and it took a while before it did. People had begun to whispers.

After the class, which just kinda...passed, if you know what I mean, Mike had been holding a Book of Mormon and I had seen him by some kind of watermill. There was a nice, cool, clear river that ran beside this gray stucco mansion with lots of green grass and bull rushes. Mike was sitting under the mill thingy in the shade. I went up and said hi and talked to him. I can?t remember what it was about. He eventually said, ?Well, you?ll miss the train.? And I waked with him towards the train, I guess.

When we got there at the station and we were all milling around, we found out our flight was canceled and so we would have to go to Russia by train. First we would get to pass through Canada and then England. (Don?t ask me how they connect.) I was so excited because I have always wanted to go to Canada.

We got on the train?it was a nice black train with red and gold trimming. I was sitting with some of the other teachers with a little bit of my luggage on the third compartment. The window was open and there were two trains?the other one was green. All the other teachers, our friends, who weren?t on this train, were waving their hands at us. We reached our hands outside the windows as the train passed theirs, clapping hands, laughing, and wishing good luck to each other. I was particularly excited to see my friend Eileen in her green dress.

The train lurched forward and it rattled up the gulch between these green mountains. (We were already fairly high up in the air.) We came to a crest and I could see the countryside. It was sooo green with lots of cottages and flowers and it was just beautiful. My brain said it was Canada. It was a rolling landscape, lemme tell ya. The train whipped around this corner and I couldn?t see the countryside until we can around some bend later on when we were in England. I fixed the window because it was precariously rattling and stuff. The countryside was thick with houses and land and looked much like Sense and Sensibility.

The houses became more and more detailed as we drew closer and as we rattled down our bright cheery wood train track way, I saw a lady riding a bay horse with a turquoise cap. She was...kinda in the way of the train, but the other side of the tracks was a fall down below. She looked back frequently, and we were going pretty slow (the train person jammed on the breaks) and she moved out of our way, galloping to go faster. We passed her safetly.

We came to the train station, which was unique. There were black stone buildings, mansion-like. The station stopped at the first one and everyone got of the train pretty quickly. I thought it looked cool and forbidding. I was the last to go inside. This white lion was our leader and the made, with her pinned up black hair, simple brown dress and white apron, lead me to the upstairs. I walked in the door and there were all these people and white tables eating. The food was cornish hens and corn and something else I can?t quite remember. The lion, who was at the head of this table by the door, told me it was an English delight. Across the room Hands the Hedgehog from the Storyteller agreed with me, telling people to dig in.

I began to eat....

The room itself had lots of green stone. It wasn?t a regular square room. The right side of the room dropped off down into a sort of hallway-pit and there was a spiked grating to protect anyone from falling over, apparently. The tables lined all the parts of the room and I took the plastic wrapping off of my dinner plate, scrunched it, and then walked around after eating some cornish hen towards the hallway-pit. I was intrigued.

There was a little blond girl with a white jacked that had maroon and navy striped white coat and a little bike with sparkling pink plastic stuff coming out from the handles. It was in the corner. And now I looked closely at the wall/pit.

The wall had paintings of dark, ghostly green trees and there were spiked mines hanging down from the ceiling. I didn?t bother to look below because I didn?t see anything interesting down there. Instead, I looked at this really weird painting. I was the inside of some castle, no doubt, but within the gnarled trees. The painting began to move and I saw a woman in a red with a white veil who was the queen the king and I don?t remember what he looked like. They were getting into bed and there was this large candle that was lighting the room. A woman?s voice could be heard in my mind as they moved. The queen was asking if the little girl beside me would want ?him? back in there and the king replied and I walked over to the bike because I heard more voices down over there. I saw the maid servant talking with someone in a long, white nightshirt in a blue, misty forest with creaking trees and then I asked myself it was a ghost?the person in the nightshirt.

I found myself looking at the painting again and the girl was by my side. Then the maid asked brusquely if the little girl wanted ?him? back in there. Back in the painting. And I didn?t know what to say because I thought, ?I don?t know what?s in the painting, so how should I know??

Then I thought about the train and how we might miss it! I run towards the door, everyone following, and rush down. The maid tried to stop me from going outside but I went and everyone with me. (On a sidenote I suddenly became the little girl and I was thinking to myself that I wanted to know more about the painting and the ghost and I was going to go around the house to find the forest, etc, following acidic purple crepe paper. Then I was me and I saw the little girl and she was on her bike and I didn?t care about following.) A train was just arriving with more teachers, and we were all dressed like the kids in Narnia. They told us how we had been gone for a week! A week, and they had been worried. Suddenly I became a guy and then myself again and there was a guy named Justin who was a teacher as well and everyone was getting back on the train. I was carrying an orange and gold trim little box suitcase for my carry on this time. So everyone got back on and it was...rather crowded. I was telling Justin what had gone on, and now there were two teachers named Justin, apparently. The carpet of the train was turquoise and had lots of lil flowers. I went up to the third compartment again up this stairwell and Justin went with me. We were all kinda crammed up. I put the box on the floor to help steady me while holding onto the window. I saw outside the little girl getting captured by the maid but I didn?t quite care anymore. (Though after we left I began to feel guilty about the girl getting napped.)

We were going through this lumber yard/train wreck accident people were clearing up and we began to gather speed. Then my dream ended.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2006-03-25 13:08:15

I dreamed it again. About the Shadow Thing. It?s been years since I?ve dreamt of the creature. I remember the dream last time and how it finished. It began again in out old Riverside house. I seem to dream about that place a lot. I had roommates a?a blond girl. I was talking to an old friend on the couch and my dad came in and I asked him if he remember her. He said yes.

I can?t quite remember what we were talking about, only that I was enjoying it and then....then I was at a spacestation. I was with Baloo from Tail Spin and there was Launch Pad McQauck and the Muddlefoots from Dark Wing Duck. I knew that I was dreaming this dream again, only last time Launch Pad had saved the day and I had taken his place. This time...it was different.

The room I was in was dark. I saw these people pass, looking much like some kind of space punks. I ran after them because I knew they were the aliens who helped me defeat the Shadow Thing the lst time. I rushed after them and said, ?Wait! I have dreamed this dream before.? and I knew they could help me. They smiled, nodded, and this time they handed me a disc with the name ?Cycle? on this, telling me if it happened, to watch it. I was to burn the CD and distribute it to others around me. In my mind I knew they would help me?last time they used gum machines to help people.

The Shadow Thing...it took over your soul. And here I had some kind of twitsed flashback/vision. There was a man, deep in this underground cavern. (And this time I thought to myself how updated the graphics were.) There were pillars in a dome room and one sort of keeper thing in the middle. And then there was another, nestled between some pillars. There was one man by the middle and one near the other one, hiding.

Inside of the one near the wall was full of pink looking worms. I can?t remember the name, but they had a special one. Anyway, he laughed and took one of the worms and tossed it on the ground. They ate spirit flesh...meaning they were, by small things, a way to defeat the Shadow Thing.

The other man took back the stone and there was the head of Medusa. It screamed and laughed and the room filled with black liquid and the worm the man had tossed on the floor got lost in the swirl. The man hid in the rim of the bowl chamber, watching, knowing that if he tossed in the worms now it would alert the creature.

It swirled and laughed, for now it was released. And now it would come hunting for me. The room vanished and we were at a space station platform. The man changed into a bird, some kind of brown one, and flew around, incocsipuously. He thought he had gotten away and then the Shadow Thing appeared as a giant raptor bird and nearly played shiskabob with him if I had not told him to look behind him.

Then it returned to the space station.

As I started to leave, I wanted more help, and I looked at the lady who was wearing stuff much like Tifa. They all were gangsta-like. They smiled at me again and I went back. Suddenly I was in a school area of the spacestation. I threaded among the crowd, thinking about my computer. And then I saw one of my friends that looked like Brittany. She was about to preform with her guitar and I followed her into a room bathed in shadows. I told her to stop the performance, and that I had to show her a DVD. She was confused and she took me by the shoulders, because she thought that I didn?t want to see her play. And then...then in the shadows, on the wall, it rose, and I could see it rising and it called to me and I ran out the door with them, telling them it was it.

You see, the Shadow Creature, until it grew strong, could only be a shadow. It fed off of human souls. I ran into the dining room where this program was going on and there was a show and people eating. I could hear the Shadow whispering and sitting in the back, just waiting...waiting. I crawled on the floor to the other end of the room and then I crawled to the other side. I wanted to escape. It was after me, after all. Finally I decided I was ditching the whole place together. So I crawled out the door and ran outside and the creature was saying it would get me with its frog lasers.

This blue ship with metallic glass came and I hopped on it and we had our green shields up and blasted away. Then suddenly I was in Baloo?s airplane and I was driving my car and we parked in this government parking lot, according to plan, and had to pay $1,000 per parking ticket, which Baloo gave.

As I walked over to Baloo?s plane, past my car, which had somehow gotten sleeker, I stared at the cockpit. Baloo was talking with the attendant about making the plane smaller and Baloo was pressing random buttons. To make it smaller he pressed some button on the ?bored? labeled section. So, poof, it got smaller and then I walked into the cockpit and ironcially right into the house of the blond alien with the pastel blue shirt and white pants who had helped me defeat the Shadow Thing last time. She told me, inadvertantly, that the Shadow had, of course, taken and infected the spacestation and that, as I knew, I?d have to go back and take care of it. She had the original gum machine and I put $.25 in it and grabbed a stick of gum and chewed on it, hoping that it would last me a lot longer when I went back.

You see, I began to discuss the ?last time? with her. The shadow had to take over me and then I would wake up inside it and fight it and defeat it. All in all it wanted me for my powers and the fact I could defeat it. And then I woke up, thinking that I hadn?t dreamed that in a long time and that I must have been going through some old files.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2006-10-01 05:13:30

No one gonna post in this thread? I had a really strange one the other night!!!

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