I had a strange dream yesterday that I was supposed to buy a trike for a small kid. I don’t remember, but I think it might have been my sister. I don’t have a sister. I thought to myself that I could stop by a BDSM place before going to walmart to buy the trike, but I ended up in a regular strip club. I fell asleep on their couch in the lobby until I woke up a realized that the BDSM dungeon was across the street. I went in there and I immediately smelled this weird combination of a hospital and dirty laundry and started to hear loud slapping, like flesh on leather. The smell reminded me of when I dissected a fetal pig in high school. I walked out immediately. I woke up after that. I have no idea what that dream meant, but I think it’s safe to say that I should probably have just gone and got the trike. I have an essay and a final tomorrow. I have no motivation to do either. I need to leave campus on Wednesday. It’s 5:29 right now. I feel like there is something I’m missing. Really tired, but you know. I was told by my therapist that this first year of college was probably the most dangerous year for people with depression. I think I know that now. I’m not sure if I failed any of my classes. I think I did. I’m just not sure. I have this strange feeling that it doesn’t really matter. I get that. I think we are all afraid of the consequences, but I think some of us just don’t have the thing to make them do anything about it. I get that. It’s something you know. Having to drag your face over the sidewalk when it’s hot. The scrapping kind of sucks, but it’s the heat really stings. I think I can say for a fact that this year was an unmitigated failure. I think I’m fine with that. Not really, but you know. I get it. Just roll with the punches and all. Chips fall where they do you know. I get that. Why sleep and why eat? I don’t know. I get that. I feel like crying but not really. The thing that really bugs me about all this is that it’s not really meant to stop. You know when you get up and think, “all I have to do is make it through the day or week or month or year.” That’s not really the case. You have to make it through all of it. Not just the day, but the week, but the month, but the year, but the decade, but the lifetime. We like to put it into perspective of one step at a time, but I think that’s really just a way to keep us going. It’s never going to stop. Ever. I’m really tired. I mean you know.
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It means 2 people are f*cking, the slapping of flesh on leather is them f*cking hardcore. And they are thinking of their sister while they are f*cking.
It’s a pretty disgusting dream, but that is exactly what is happening. The smell of fetal pig is the smells of them f*cking meaning they are smelling each other and getting each other all stinky while doing the deed.
I am so so sorry that you have been visited by the shadow man.
I have recent become the victim of many gang-rapes.
I had a dream some woman was telling me that she was still in love with me. I have never had a woman in love with me, I am not loveable, I do not love anything, I know of no woman who were ever “in love” with me. Then in my dream my small niece is telling me how much she like to do the dirty and is ramming herself up against me from behind for an eternity and asking for more I am then grabbing her by th hips about to ram her and I wake up.
This is the shadow monster he destroys everything in his path.
My small niece is 14 by the way