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Posted on: 2015-11-19 by Guest

I dont remember much of this, but I can say what I do. I remember going to this murky pool sorta thing when instinct made me jump in. The water was strong and my efforts in getting to the surface just made me spin in circles under the water. I would've drowned if I didnt have my two friends with me. Suddenly the pool is alot shallower, and I could walk in it, and I did. I go over to a corner of this small pond sized pool, and I turn arround to notice two girls, my age, tapping on their shoulders and seeing tiny hearts float up into the air. I turn back around an as I wonder how I didnt see them, another one comes up behind me, taps my shoulder, I turn around and I see little hearts just like before, float up into the air. As I walk to my house, amazed in how we didnt get wet or dirty from the water, we arrived at someone elses house, talked to the owner a bit, and left. I looked for my girl and one of the other ones said she went home because of something, I couldn't hear what the last bit was, we then arrive to my house. My house is pretty different on the inside, but somehow looked the same on the outside, I went to count the my group that somehow turned into like 24 people, I look in the driveway and I see alot more cars than when I saw earlier. Then my actual girlfriend shows up, she looked somewhat less attractive in my dream but all I could think about was why did the other girl, the most attractive one that chose me, leave? The one that chose me wore a black shirt, jeans (?), and was taller by a inch or two. My girlfriend's mom shows up and says im going to be late for something, we me and my gf hop in, my girlfriend meanwhile is giving me suspicious looks, like she knows about what happened earlier. We arrive at this science fair sorta setup. I cant remember much here but I did see the other two girls without my guy friends beckoning me over, as I walk over, I wake up. What was supposed to happen? Did I do something wrong? Am I not old enough to see this? (Im 13) and why did that girl leave? Info: my name is Jade, im a male 13 year old that doesnt have many friends my age in real life.

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

A law firm



Posted on: 2014-01-30 by Guest

last night, I found myself in one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen in my entire life? I saw billions of souls and angels facing an amazing ray of light that almost blinded me, the entire billions of people were singing praises in one voice all together worshipping this big and mighty light. The entire place and the people are all looking like gold, dressed in gold with the exception of the magnificent light which shines on them gloriously. They are all bright and so beautiful. I had wanted to stay longer course the sound of their voices were so beautiful and the big shiny light was something else. But the moment I began to enjoy the place, somehow it's like something warped me and back on my bed I found myself. . May God help us all. IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

What university do you go to?



Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

We'd like to invite you for an interview

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I sing in a choir

Posted on: 2015-04-27 by Guest

I'm interested in this position



Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I came here to study

Posted on: 2013-07-24 by Guest

yeah...one day even i will give birth to an Operating System or an computer phenomenon like linus torvalds , james gosling and revolutionize the IT industry....Some day tycoons like Google Microsoft IBM will come behind me pleasing for a contract...then i would really ask those all that " I'm not a academic topper nor average scorer...i always stood last but unlike the toppers working in ur company I never ever studied my theories...i only lived studying....But the education system in India out here fail to recognize the "jobs" in me....Donno why people are like this.. Oh almighty lord (Krishna.Jesus.Allah.) i beg my pardon to grant me another incarnation in someother life...were i could fullfill all my dreams...i remind u god i dont wanna be a millionaire or marry an celeb...i only wanted 2 bring innovation ..so that i beleive my invention could bring some change in someone else's life......Epitomes like TimBerners Lee and Charles Goodyear---> i wanted to be like these one's.

Posted on: 2015-07-11 by Guest

Hello everyone. My name is Sam. I remember a dream very vividly from a while back. I'm a mid to early teenager so I still live with my parents. My room has a lot of things from when I was very young, like one batman and one superman posters, stuffed animals, stickers, etc. Just things I never bothered to take out of my room over the years. Now, one night I remember, not in my dream but earlier that evening, a man knocking on the front door. I don't know what he looked like or what he said because my parents opened the door, but I remember hearing the front door slam & hearing my dad curse under his breath. I didn't really think anything of it. Later on, my parents were telling me to go to bed much earlier than they usually would. It was a school night, so my parents would usually make me go to bed at around 11:00. Tonight, I was told to go to bed at 9:00. I argued of course, but eventually just went to my room. It wasn't worth the fight anymore. I payed down and was surprised at how tired I actually was. I fell asleep not long after laying down thanks in part to the peaceful thunderstorm outside. Fast forward to later on when I start to remember my dream. It's a very odd start to my dream, with a first person view of me laying down on my bed with my eyes open. Some things seem very odd in my room though. Instead of a batman poster hanging above my bed, it is a poster of a man's face. I couldn't recognize the face. Then I look over to some of my stuffed animals and see their heads replaced with the same head on the poster, & cross I have hanging on my wall is flipped upside down. There is one thing that I remember in great detail about this dream, and that is the crying noise coming from somewhere outside my room. I got up & tried to see where the noise was coming from, and it seemed to be coming from my parent's room down the hall. The crying got louder & louder the closer I got to their door. As I was approaching their door, the crying was mixed in with screaming & pleading for something. As I twisted the door handle, my dream ended. I woke up with my face dripping in sweat & the rest of my body cold. The alarm next to my bed had woken me up, but it was set for an odd time; 2:00 a.m. I couldn't fall asleep the rest of the night, so eventually I turned on my tv and watched the early morning news. The breaking news story was about an escapee from the mental hospital a couple miles away. They warned of him going door to door asking for a man named Sam... And when they showed the man's mugshot on TV, I felt chills run through my body. It was the same man in my dream, the man on my poster, the same head that was on my stuffed animals.

Posted on: 2015-06-22 by Guest

*Every day I wake up in the morning and fall back asleep. In a dream about something random to then be put into a scary nightmare (kinda).* I was in the back seat next to my sister, both parents in the front driving. I heard a very loud trumpet/yell noise, and saw what seemed to be a dragon from where I was, in the sky, but what turned out to be Jesus looking like he was santa on a slay with deer in front of him. *I've been trying to turn to God every day, trying to be born again and increasing my faith. I know the way to heaven, and once I am saved I am going to share it with my family.* So I tried to when I realized what was going on. It was the day Jesus was returning. I yelled at my family, to tell them to accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior and believe God resurrected him on the third day. As soon as I tried to say this, my ears and voice disappeared. They couldn't hear me, and I couldn't hear anything. Since I thought Jesus was doing this to me, because no one will be saved right before he comes (possibly) I used charades, and they were getting the first few words because I could only hear them say those words and nothing else. But what came after those words scared me to death. I saw a giant hand, looking as if it was made of smoke, but people were flying into it in the air, it looked like it was going to smack down on the ground, as if it were going to kill the people in the hand, or using them as a weapon. I didn't know if the righteous would go and make up the hand, or the unrighteous. I saw it out the window and paused for a moment, dad still driving straight on the highway, and no sound going into my ears. I was pulled from the car, and sucked into the hand. *End, really happened after days of praying to God to give me a sign of what would happen in the end times. Not saying this is going to happen, just I believe I received something from him.*

Posted on: 2014-03-22 by Guest

I found myself walking up the steps of a building I don't recognize but have dreamed about before, when I reached the top I saw darkness all around like it was evening and there was a black fog all around and I saw the sunset glow in the west. After sometime I suddenly saw the fiery sun setting at an incredible speed.Somehow I could see the sun was very active, after it set I saw an amazing red blood moon rise at the same incredible speed and then set.After this I saw another two(?) blood red moons rise each in a different(?) direction and set.

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I want to report a

Posted on: 2015-06-07 by Guest

I'll send you a text

Posted on: 2015-06-09 by Guest

Which year are you in?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

What university do you go to?

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

I'm doing a phd in chemistry

Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

Punk not dead

Posted on: 2014-04-30 by Guest

I love the theatre

Posted on: 2014-02-15 by Guest

Last night.well not last night. i have this story since am a kid tell the dream stoped..but badly.since am 22years now. since am a kid. i dream about snakes..try to attak me.and it been like this all my life always i dream about snakes try to attak me. tell last year.i had 2different dreams about snakes. well. the one before last one. i was floating in the roof. cant move. and the big black snake. came to me. he had a weard face. big black eyes. the weird thing is that. he didnt attak me.but i always wake up before they do. he just looked at me. and i couldnt move. so he looked at me and he left.and i woke up.then after some time i dream about last dream i had about snakes.well this time it wasnt real snakes. it was black shadows snakes.kinda like a spirits of black snake. and what happend is that i was floating above the bed. and they all got inside me.inside my chest....whats this means?alot of weird stuff happens with me too.like telepathie.seeing aura...and dreams coming true.and hearing voices.hope someone can tell me what this means.thank you IMD

Posted on: 2012-07-16 by Guest

An old building. A book, large, bound in black leather, stiffened with age, heavy and thick. Realization. He must not have the book. He is evil. He is wickedness. For humanity, for our world, he must not have the book. And yet it is his, part of him. Family does not take me seriously. I scream, WE MUST FLEE! Get in my car, convince father to come. We Drive, and drive, anywhere. Men in dirty black furs and leather, black haired, angry, and bearing cruel, ancient steel weapons, axes, swords, no shields. They emerge from the side of the highway. I swerve to avoid them when I can, but they strike the car, hurling their bodies at it, completely unconcerned with thgeir own lives or the danger. A solid axe strike to the winshield shatters it. I am in the place I found the book. There, attached to the wall, bound by strands of acid spiderweb thick as cord, is a woman. She is naked, and her face is beauty and pain and sadness. Her body, what can be seen through the webbing, is criss-crossed with angry red welts, as though the webs burn as they imprison. I reach out, to tear the webbing away, to free her. she sadly shakes her head, and I know it is futile. He is coming. We must flee. WE MUST FLEE! Yet she is suffering, and I know her, she is I, if he captures me. I ask my father for the small, tiny knife I know he carries. I bring out the blade, and look her in the eye. She knows what I offer is a different kind of freedom. She gives a tiny nod, but it is the fear and gratitude in her eyes that tell me she is ready. Tearing at my soul, I grasp her hair. Roughly, I yank up. Without hesitation I draw the blade across her throat, as hard and sure as I can. It is a small blade, but sharp and my hand is steady. It has taken too long. He is there, and backing away I try to strike him with the knife. But it is a cross. A rosary from the Vatican. A gift from Craig. I strike him with a rosary, which burns and flings him away, his arm hurt, cut but not deeply. My sister will not believe me. Even my Father, who has seen strange men in black furs emerge and hurl themselves against the racing car, is confused. Craig is over. He believes. We flee in the car, but my father has forgotten the Book! It is at the house. We return to get it. My father has a car with no frame, like a jeep. Something incredibly fuel efficient. We will take that. I insist on driving, he accepts readily. But it is difficult to start, and my family's lack of belief, lack of fear has already delayed me. My father takes a moment to gloat, to explain the trick to starting the car. It is too much. There, in the passenger seat, is him. I know that Cruel, beardless chin. Those piercing brown eyes, so brown they are almost black in black. His hands are large, and his expression one of infinite evil. I gaze into his eyes, full of terror and resignation. Death would be better than capture, and briefly I wonder if I can find a way to die. I cannot. "So, this is the one who flees?" I nod, and offer him my wrists together, to bind or to cut. I am defeated. "Ha! He is no more than a gamer. He fled because he could do not other. And a good little rabbit, too. Led me on quite the chase. Do you know what will happen to you, little rabbit?" I know. I will suffer endlessly. I will have horrors without ending. If I cam lucky, he will eventually destroy me. "No, no luck. I will use you in dark rituals that will bind your soul to demons and you will be in endless hell. But first, you will serve me. Your fear is delicious, and you understand your place completely." We are in his place. It is cold stone and the smell of blood is there. I do whatever I can for my master. I fear the inevitable day of my endless torment, but... I am good at service. I am eager for his commands, and run to complete them. He has an apprentice, another servant, younger than I. But that boy does not understand quickly, and makes me seem more competent in contrast. He has two beautiful women servants. One hair blond as the sun, the other black as the night sky. The Blond is foolish and morally bankrupt, she serves not out of fear but a lust for power. The dark haired one is my ally. She tells me how he thinks, what he is like. She shares secret information. He is impressed with me. I have begun to help in the dark rituals. I have no hesitation, knowing that any day I may begin to suffer eternally, I commit blasphemy's with no doubt or guilt. I am also a natural... christopherleecruz@gmail.com for more

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

I read a lot

Posted on: 2015-05-25 by Guest

I work for myself

Posted on: 2015-04-03 by Guest

I was at a beach with lots of people and the people kept swimming to this little island and I was the only one who didn't coz I could sense a whale so I called them all back so they did and then they all swam back and I called them back again and then I was in a different place screaming and shouting at my mum then it ended

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

What line of work are you in?