Post number #940768, ID: b34013
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Do you have them? I had a crazy one after drinking a bottle of whiskey. Dracula was leading me up some stairs, then down some stairs, and complained that my footfalls were too loud because I still cared about people. The stairs led to a movie theater, and it was filled with vampires. He made me sit in the front right seats and he sat in the middle. There was no movie, just a lunchlady saying there would be a movie soon and handing out pizza, which only she ate.
Post number #940770, ID: b34013
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The vampire next to me started questioning me, she was a woman shifting from old to young, and implied I was not a vampire, while I tried to throw her off my trail. Eventually the movie starts and I wake up in a heliocopter over a mountain, being transported as a slave to some ancient compound. Everyone looks like they stepped out of a Conan movie, and they are growing food under canvas tents and doing a photoshoot. Oh, and apparently the literal Devil was there, overseeing things.
Post number #940771, ID: b34013
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Apparently, everyone there works for the Devil, and has no love or mercy in their heart. They bicker and argue with actual demons, and all seem to delight in torturing those of us in slave chains. After posing and being posed in various leather costumes and positions, there's a guy left shackled under heavy weights. He looks at me for help, and I tell him not to worry, I will release him if they don't. I know they want us to stay silent, but I have to help him, I know I must.
Post number #940772, ID: b34013
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And so I said it quietly, so only the two of us could here, when everyone else was looking away. He breathes a sigh of relief, and I stand back up to see if anyone saw. Turns out, only one did: the actual, literal Devil. who is now standing in front of me, huge and powerful, frowning at me.
Post number #940773, ID: b34013
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The Devil says 'why do you care about this man? Do you have love in your heart? ' I am silent, because it's the actual Devil, and I'm a little bit stunned. I mean, it's *THE* Devil. And so the Devil looked at me, right at me, all the way down, and says 'Do you know Jesus?' and I, to my shame, hesitate. 'Yes' I say, after a brief pause that feels like an eternity. Something shifts, and the Devil slides up next to me, close enough to touch but doesn't. 'Why not know me instead?'
Post number #940774, ID: b34013
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'Look around,' the Devil promises, 'I can give you anything. Everything. Your hearts deepest desires.' And so I look into the Devil's eyes, and ask 'Why did you rebel? Why turn against God?' And the Devil cringes away, and turns it's back to me, crouches down and begins to cry. Nothing really prepares you for when the Devil starts to bawl it's eyes out, metaphorically speaking. I repeat the question in a different way, and the Devil asks how much longer it has.
Post number #940775, ID: 200592
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finish the other story you dipfuck
Post number #940776, ID: b34013
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I, in a voice that's not quite my own, but older and wiser, says 'a few thousand years. You start to fall, one by one, until the end, until it is you alone.' I know the voice coming from inside me means two thousand years, and that the other demons and agents of the Devil will slowly be defeated, and when it is just the Devil, they too will fall, and something glorious beyond words or accurate description would come. To me, it seemed like warm golden light descending from a cloud.
Post number #940777, ID: b34013
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The scene suddenly shifts, and I'm inside a tent that is also a boardroom meeting. Those of us in collars and chains are lined up on one side, the demons, devils and truely wicked people sit on the other. Some wear suits, but not all. A smaller red demon with glasses and a suit jacket demands to know if any of us know why the Devil had to be emergency evac'd out to the nearest hospital. I'm confused but stay silent. Tension is building, the silent threat of pain looming up to us.
Post number #940778, ID: b34013
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Then the Devil walks in, fresh from the spa and wearing a pink bathrobe, it's hair still wrapped up in a pink towel. The Devil sighs as he walks through the revolving door behind the others in the side facing us in the tent, and then stops as he opens his eyes and sees me. He says nothing, but exudes an 'oh, it's *you*' feeling and expression. The Devil turns around, walks back out, and I wake up. Never had a dream quite like that before. Still trying to decipher it, a day later.
Post number #940813, ID: e1c938
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Ok.
Post number #940846, ID: 33d908
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op needs a life
Post number #940855, ID: 583a33
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OP need sex
Post number #940980, ID: 63ba56
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cool
Post number #940983, ID: 354a10
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Bro wtf are you sure that alcohol is the only thing you're taking? Because I want whatever the fuck your gangstalkers are slipping into the glass on your bedside table. Also tl;dr
Post number #941050, ID: b34013
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after much consideration, I've decided it was a dream related to personal anxieties I'm suffering. The dream has all the classic hallmarks, and I'm under some stress right now. Thanks for listening, g/u/rls, and I hope you all have wonderfully interesting dreams~<3
Post number #941058, ID: 354a10
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>>941050 I'm glad to hear that OP! The dream did seem pretty intense so i'm glad that you have found some closure.
Post number #941135, ID: 19ac8e
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Cool dream
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| Do you have them?
I had a crazy one after drinking a bottle of whiskey.
Dracula was leading me up some stairs, then down some stairs, and complained that my footfalls were too loud because I still cared about people. The stairs led to a movie theater, and it was filled with vampires. He made me sit in the front right seats and he sat in the middle. There was no movie, just a lunchlady saying there would be a movie soon and handing out pizza, which only she ate.