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xsziorv Dec. 14, 2014, 3:40 p.m.
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I had a dream that I was in my back yard and my parents were having some kind of party. I met some guy that really wanted me to teach him how to back flip so I was standing in the yard stretching and I saw a quarter on the ground. I said woah this is a Canadian quarter from 2004 then I flipped it over and it read 1864. I tried to say eight teen sixty four, but it came out as nineteen- eighteen - eighty sixty four. Then I noticed there was another quarter and I picked it up. Then there was another. There was a stack of them. I verbally expressed confusion to the stranger I just met and he replied "there's that song about burying rolls of quarters", in a way that made it sound like common knowledge. He began to sing. I looked around carefully for more quarters and saw another not far away. It was another stack. They weren't all quarters. Some were dimes and nickels. I had too many to hold and I held them in my left arm against my stomach as I picked up more with my right. I lift up a rock to look for more but I only see crawling insects and worms and what look like the skulls of small mammals. I can't tell if they're skulls for sure but they make me uncomfortable. I stand up and walk over to my parents. I see a snake wriggling around under my shirt. I drop all the coins and lift up my shirt and four or five snakes fall out. There are a few black ones and a blue one that has it's teeth sunk into a red one that looks dead. This weird dude is still singing about burying rolls of quarters. I look at my stomach and see a small wound. It looks like a snake bite. I touch it to see if there's venom and orange stuff comes flooding out. Some chemical reaction occurs with the venom and my blood and causes an explosion and I wake up.
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Dr. Coke April 1, 2017, 1:34 a.m.
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Not only is this the trippiest dream I've heard in a while, but bonus trippy points when it changed into present tense as shit got real.
 
Megan June 25, 2017, 10:12 p.m.
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I feel as though you've buried the lede: did you, or did you not, teach this person to do a backflip? And, if so, how were the coins, hell-spawn, and biological implosion involved?

Inquiring mind(s) need to know.
 
xsziorv June 25, 2017, 10:15 p.m.
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Lol. I don't think I did. Dreams don't make that much sense.
 
Megan June 25, 2017, 10:18 p.m.
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Your dream short-changed you, dude.

If you're going to be terrorized by cursed(?) coinage and snakes and stuff.... there damn better be one cool moment of victory. As in teaching some dude how to backflip.

It just seems fair.
 
xsziorv June 25, 2017, 10:21 p.m.
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Happens. Dreams are weird. I almost taught someone in real life last week but they didn't want to try on the ground.
 
Megan June 25, 2017, 10:22 p.m.
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Where else would they try.... Does not compute.

Also, hella jealous that you can backflip. My combination of arm weakness and waaay too much leg length = years of failed attempts. Sigh.
 
xsziorv June 25, 2017, 10:24 p.m.
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In a gym where they have mats and trampolines and tumble tracks and everything else.
 
Megan June 25, 2017, 10:25 p.m.
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Well THAT seems both unnecessary and picky. Fall on your face/butt in the grass and mud like everyone else.

(No personal experience here *whistles*)
 
xsziorv June 25, 2017, 10:28 p.m.
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Well... if you break your bones it slows down the learning process.
 
Megan June 25, 2017, 10:44 p.m.
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Shhhhh...

I've only broken 6 bones and torn one tendon. I'm a perfect specimen.