Absorbed Massacre

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DREAM EARLIER TODAY: I woke up to one of those absorbed massacres! Apparently, I went to a library late at night and while on the computer I placed my bag on the floor. While getting ready to leave, the dude sitting next to me, tried to steal everything from my bag. So as I stood up, and called him out on it, he gave me back everything he hid under his TALL-T. When I commanded every one of my items, he angrily obliged. So I placed everything back in my backpack after I double checked, I then proceeded to walk out in frustration. I slammed the door. Suddenly, I heard various alarm sounds and a voice came from the speakers, to kill me. So I ran out and looked earnestly for a way of escape. There was an ocean hanging from the mountains, I prepared myself as I ran with force and soared across the oasis. I started to fly and everything that was in my bag seemed to not matter at all.

So I guess the question is, would I allow him to steal my items to avoid being murdered? I am glad, I ran out with my things because it taught me I was able to fly.

AHH! DREAMS. They come to you like this sometimes!

What a revelation!

I was locked up in a cell of demonic whispers and conclusions. I went out to evaluate the multitude of vehicles, noticing each of them had their lights on. The rain dropped easily on my clothes; as to remind me of my sense of life. Suddenly, I heard a very dark voice calling my name. I didn’t want to look back and drive into safety. Instead, I opened the door and saw a large flower which then taunted me, before swallowing me whole. I then screamed for mercy! Eventually, I was thrown up and taken to a door where I was able to see through a small hole – a mass congregation. The kingdom of my being has been called counterfeit. Its knowledge is counted as illusions and conditioned manifestations of tradition. Like a bird I have soared over daylight to find food for my children; to remember the nest which carries them. The pictures of flight and the freedom it brings; takes stagnation by a grip and chokes it.

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