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I had a dream that I was a zombie and I had a wound on the back of my head and if I was moving a certain way, a flap of skin on the back of my head would fall down (but still attached) and expose my brain. I was in some kind of public building that seemed like an airport in some parts and a library in others. I wandered down a long corridor with nothing but blank white walls into a carpeted bathroom with a lot of windows. I just wanted to see what my head looked like. There were many locked doors and I found a sign that said "the unholy are not welcome". I had a vague sense that people I knew were in the building but I was panicking and tried to leave. Two people started following me and I somehow knew that they were hunting zombies. I knew they must of seen the wound on my head and knew what happened. I had no idea how I had died but I didn't want to die again so I started running. |
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| Stephen Gardiner |
The corridor is hardly ever found in small houses, apart from the verandah, which also serves as a corridor. |
| Eden Ahbez |
Some white people hate black people, and some white people love black people, some black people hate white people, and some black people love white people. So you see it's not an issue of black and white, it's an issue of Lovers and Haters. |
| Helmut Jahn |
I've never looked at a suburban building as being a minor building and an urban building as being a major building. |
| Mick Jagger |
I came into music just because I wanted the bread. It's true. I looked around and this seemed like the only way I was going to get the kind of bread I wanted. |
| Erma Bombeck |
When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he's doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911. |
| Kevin Bacon |
I'm obsessed with zombies. I like watching zombie movies and I read zombie books. |
| Virginia Woolf |
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible. |
| Thomas R. Insel |
Most of our brain cells are glial cells, once thought to be mere support cells, but now understood as having a critical role in brain function. Glial cells in the human brain are markedly different from glial cells in other brains, suggesting that they may be important in the evolution of brain function. |
| Bill James |
The business of popularizing crime is how we expose the faults in our justice system. It's how we expose police misconduct. |
| Malcolm X |
No, we are not anti-white. But we don't have time for the white man. The white man is on top already, the white man is the boss already... He has first-class citizenship already. So you are wasting your time talking to the white man. We are working on our own people. |
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It's no secret that Big Sherm smoke mad ganj. Lately been smoking about a half ounce a week. Sometimes when I am on a long run of being high from waking up to going to bed, I get lost in my head (lol wonder why) and I think that this is just how my brain and thoughts works now. But every time I take a break even for just a day or two, my head clears back up and thoughts flow naturally again. The point of me posting this is that weed is awesome. Everything in moderation (something I clearly have trouble with in all aspects of my life) but this really proves to me that ganj is great cuz I can just stop and be normal again. When I'm on a long kick of smoking I analyze how my brain is functioning and while it does have longterm effects, it really is crazy how I can get right back into things with just a few days of detox. I have quit drinking for the most part, next is cigarettes and weed.
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The Great Priest is a short man with pale blue skin, purple eyes, and slicked back white hair. He has a blue halo on the back of his head and wears a dark green outfit with an orange triangle on his shirt. On his belt is the kanji symbol for "Great".
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I had a dream that I was looking out over my parents backyard and it was flooded. I could see them down by the river on a patch of grass that wasn't covered with water. The neighbor's yard was mostly above water, but a large portion of my parent's yard was underwater. Then I saw what looked like a huge fish near the edge of their property. It was the size of a large dog and it had eyes probably as big as my head. It looked like 2 or 3 eyes and it looked like it was mostly above water, but when it got to the land it crawled out and I could see a huge crablike body underneath. It was approaching my parents and I yelled out to them and they turned around. It froze, so I thought it was afraid of them and that they were safe. I put my coat on and went outside. I was standing far away from the water but I felt something on my back. I reached back and pulled something off of it. It was a big crab leg. Then I still felt something and I did it again. Another leg. Then I felt something biting m...
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I had a dream that I was in a tall building that looked like hotel rooms and offices and I was waiting deep in this hotel-room type looking thing (but much bigger) around a bunch of corners for someone to open this door and try to assassinate me. There were a lot of mirrors so even though I was way in the back as far from the door as possible, I could still see the door and I was just waiting for it to open.
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I had a dream that Ben and I were stuck in this huge building that was sometimes an airplane and we kept moving through small doorways and windows of rooms mashed together in ways you'd not see in real life. Every room was different but all of them were kind of old and dusty and kind of gross looking. Some of them just had cracks in the wall that you could see through and it was like looking into completely different worlds. There were some people but no one acknowledged we were there. As we crawled through the rooms they got smaller and more claustrophobic feeling. Eventually we just started ripping the walls down. Then someone came up to us and told us they were going to kick us off the plane and I woke up.
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I had a dream that there were these two aquatic animals and they were both parasites but one was like the size of a squirrel and one was like a small beetle. The larger one attached it self to some cat sized aquatic mammal, like a beaver or something and it was trying to kill the animal to feed it's babies and then the small parasite latched onto the bigger one and triggered something to happen to it and it's head opened up and there was this exposed brain and it was dying at the same time the larger animal was dying. So weird.
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I had a dream that I lived in this strange house that could magically move and then the door would open up to a different building in a different place and then to the outside world. It was always attached to another building and never on the ground level. I don't know why but I think I was trying to hide from something.
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Roberta sips her coffee as she slumps into the back of her chair and gazes through the window at the umbratic front yard. The sky dims and releases a sigh of a breeze wafting in the opening droplets of the rainfall’s exposition. More drops join in accelerating toward the earth, casting a breeze from their path. The plants shake off their winter shivers and the grass sways to catch a drop on each angle of every blade.
It’s a good day to bring the plants outside.
Roberta wheels her chair to the kitchen making her way to the makeshift greenhouse; the kitchen sink and a lamp clamped atop the adjacent cupboard casting white on green tangles of vines and leaves between the sink and window sill. She plucks the aloe plant within reach from the edge of the sink, places it on her lap, and wheels t...
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what would be a cool adventure to go on: a journey into riikka's imagination. what's going on in riikka's head? what's going on inside that head?
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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 ro...
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