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i'm new to this, and i'm mostly doing this out of desperation for an outside view into whats going on. Recently i've been having some pretty wicked dreams and.. well the last one was the most unappealing one i might have had in my entire life. if anyone reads, or wishes to comment, or say anything, please do. it would help immensly.
but.. here it is; i was traveling around in a clustered version of the world, like all the continents had been shifted together. For the majority of my 'traveling' i viewed a map, and little pin point spots jumping, little bee lines connecting my obvious destinations. After some mild narration, i forget what exactly it said, it settled on a contorted version of ireland. in a weird sort of way, it showed me a film real, cut in half, one of the 'old' ireland (the one we know normally) and the new ireland, which appeared to have native american totems on it. the film clip quality kind of gave it a grainy appearance, and after this odd narration it actually started a real scene there was a man, who looked kind of like a stereotypical holly wood indian, the moehawk, painted face, piercings, loin clothe. However on his chest there was like a pressed in medal circle that kept sliding across his chest diagonally like a zipper. he was talking to a stereotypical hollywood colonial looking man, with the pilgram hat n such, and they were talking about how indian tribes could only have peace treaties with one civilian village. the colonial man said something like 'and if you are to kidnap any of our daughters... besides this one.. ajsdhaksd' he trails off in a babble, but pushes foreward a girl wrapped tight in shiny purple ribbons, her face covered, like a manequin but i knew it was a girl. she had a long neck, graceful, like a beautiful model was trapped under there. as the colonial guy walked away, an indian grabbed a club.. rolled her over, and bashed her skull in... one of the other indians used a straw scoop to pick out a clear liquid that oozed from her broken skull.. and when he smiled i could see pointed teeth, and a gaping hole behind it. |
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