I had this crazy dream last night. It was really intense.
Please read carefully:
It started off with me and a couple of prostitutes...and there was a crowd of people nearby us.
All of a sudden there was this crocodile, though it was a man at first and I was speaking to him, and then he went on all fours and became an ancient crocodile? I felt this instinct to back away, and just knew something big was going to happen.
Then this light appeared near it, and I yelled for everyone to escape...and just before we started to, the crocodile turned into an pimp dressed in a suit. He was pure Evil...like the beast in the Apocalypse in human form!
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| NOT QUITE THIS BIG |
Very scary, and as we ran, I and saw that he vaporized the crowd up just with his eyes. It was like an atomic explosion...and we kept running. My old girlfriend was there for some reason, and it was like we were still together...though I haven't seen her in over 9 months now.
We hid in this house that was there, and re-grouped. Took whatever supplies we could find and tried to formulate a plan. Then we left the house and kept moving.
I turned around at one point and just saw him running towards us at super speed. There were explosions in the background, but he was running like superman...and he came straight for me. I got the impression that I was somehow important and a threat to him? As he came for me, I stuck my leg out and tripped him just as the whole area exploded...and dove to the ground.
Then he was gone, once the smoke had cleared, and the group were still all there.
There was some sort of kit he had left for us, and we had to assemble it, like it was a test or something? It turned out to be quite elaborate and was like a table that went on top of a bed made of wood. There were some other parts to it, that I can't recall now...but just as we were finishing it off, I got this deeply disturbing feeling that it was all just a decoy, to distract us from something else he was about to do...
When I noticed the sticky pillows, the stained sheets, and piles of anal lube tubes, I knew what was about to take place.
We hid in this house that was there, and re-grouped. Took whatever supplies we could find and tried to formulate a plan. Then we left the house and kept moving.
I turned around at one point and just saw him running towards us at super speed. There were explosions in the background, but he was running like superman...and he came straight for me. I got the impression that I was somehow important and a threat to him? As he came for me, I stuck my leg out and tripped him just as the whole area exploded...and dove to the ground.
Then he was gone, once the smoke had cleared, and the group were still all there.
There was some sort of kit he had left for us, and we had to assemble it, like it was a test or something? It turned out to be quite elaborate and was like a table that went on top of a bed made of wood. There were some other parts to it, that I can't recall now...but just as we were finishing it off, I got this deeply disturbing feeling that it was all just a decoy, to distract us from something else he was about to do...
When I noticed the sticky pillows, the stained sheets, and piles of anal lube tubes, I knew what was about to take place.
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| IMAGINE ABOUT 20 OF THESE |
That's when I woke up. (Who wouldn't)
This brings me to my main point. I am about to inform you of what is about to take place.
You might think that the crocodile is satan himself, but when in fact it is simply a stand in for a poisonous message of false hope. The people running were faithful followers of the message. Through explosions these people were vaporized for allowing themselves to be misled by a false teacher.
My girlfriend in the dream was not really a girlfriend but a former friend and former cult member trying to warn the people of the false teaching they are under.
The most disturbing aspect was the pending ass-rape. Fortunately for us, this was just a dream, but for many this is a reality of day to day business for members of these cults.I am here to save you from being spiritually raped. But, I need your money in order to do so. You see, heaven on earth will come through my small one bedroom bachelor pad, the love shack as my bible study group calls it, since the very essence of our message is all about spreading love. Anyway, when heaven arrives in the final days and wipes out the heathen christians and godless Jews and Muslims, a new government will be made, right here in Dover.
You need me to protect you and save you from being vaporized. You are only protected when I am comfortable, and I am only comfortable when my bills are paid, with a little extra.
So please, do your part and don't be cheap. Together we can be friends and benefit.
You might think that the crocodile is satan himself, but when in fact it is simply a stand in for a poisonous message of false hope. The people running were faithful followers of the message. Through explosions these people were vaporized for allowing themselves to be misled by a false teacher.
My girlfriend in the dream was not really a girlfriend but a former friend and former cult member trying to warn the people of the false teaching they are under.
The most disturbing aspect was the pending ass-rape. Fortunately for us, this was just a dream, but for many this is a reality of day to day business for members of these cults.I am here to save you from being spiritually raped. But, I need your money in order to do so. You see, heaven on earth will come through my small one bedroom bachelor pad, the love shack as my bible study group calls it, since the very essence of our message is all about spreading love. Anyway, when heaven arrives in the final days and wipes out the heathen christians and godless Jews and Muslims, a new government will be made, right here in Dover.
You need me to protect you and save you from being vaporized. You are only protected when I am comfortable, and I am only comfortable when my bills are paid, with a little extra.
So please, do your part and don't be cheap. Together we can be friends and benefit.
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