Fuldblod
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19/08: I dream that I drive to a party I was invited to — or at least I think I was invited. I’m not entirely sure.
I arrive at around 2:00 a.m. It is calm and quiet outside in the city street, the pitch black sky complimented by warm street lighting. I walk in through the front door. The place is surprisingly nice, almost like an old-fashioned or classically decorated venue. The guy hosting the party is still walking around inside, so for some reason I hide from him. Eventually, he goes to take a shower, and I use the opportunity to sneak back outside.
Once I’m outside, I suddenly realize that I’m completely naked.
At first, I instinctively cover my dick, but then I remember that quote. So instead, I cover my face and sprint back to my car.
While driving home, I run into an old coworker. I tell him that I’m sitting butt-ass naked in the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t believe me. Which, to be fair, is a pretty strange thing for someone to tell you.
Then there’s a time skip.
Now I’m fully dressed and driving around with a few friends. We stop outside a supermarket in a small town because we need to do something there.
Suddenly, a large group of guys shows up. One of my friends immediately realizes that the situation looks bad and suggests that we hide inside the supermarket, which is closed for the night.
I hesitate, but then I see some of my friends suddenly sprinting away, so I panic and run inside as well, it was a previous workplace so we had the ability to enter unimpeded.
Inside the store, another friend and I are walking through the dark building. The atmosphere is kind of like a party, with loads of people everywhere. Out of nowhere, a guy jumps him. Then we jump him back.
My friend, however, is ridiculously strong. He grabs the guy and throws him with this completely inhuman amount of speed and force, slamming him down onto a set of metal poles.
The guy’s head is destroyed, and his brain matter splatters everywhere.
The second I see it, the rational part of my brain suddenly switches back on and I completely freak out. I start telling everyone to calm the fuck down and stop what they’re doing, although I realize that I’m probably just projecting my own panic onto them.
Then I wake up.
@Surfsup analysis?
I arrive at around 2:00 a.m. It is calm and quiet outside in the city street, the pitch black sky complimented by warm street lighting. I walk in through the front door. The place is surprisingly nice, almost like an old-fashioned or classically decorated venue. The guy hosting the party is still walking around inside, so for some reason I hide from him. Eventually, he goes to take a shower, and I use the opportunity to sneak back outside.
Once I’m outside, I suddenly realize that I’m completely naked.
At first, I instinctively cover my dick, but then I remember that quote. So instead, I cover my face and sprint back to my car.
While driving home, I run into an old coworker. I tell him that I’m sitting butt-ass naked in the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t believe me. Which, to be fair, is a pretty strange thing for someone to tell you.
Then there’s a time skip.
Now I’m fully dressed and driving around with a few friends. We stop outside a supermarket in a small town because we need to do something there.
Suddenly, a large group of guys shows up. One of my friends immediately realizes that the situation looks bad and suggests that we hide inside the supermarket, which is closed for the night.
I hesitate, but then I see some of my friends suddenly sprinting away, so I panic and run inside as well, it was a previous workplace so we had the ability to enter unimpeded.
Inside the store, another friend and I are walking through the dark building. The atmosphere is kind of like a party, with loads of people everywhere. Out of nowhere, a guy jumps him. Then we jump him back.
My friend, however, is ridiculously strong. He grabs the guy and throws him with this completely inhuman amount of speed and force, slamming him down onto a set of metal poles.
The guy’s head is destroyed, and his brain matter splatters everywhere.
The second I see it, the rational part of my brain suddenly switches back on and I completely freak out. I start telling everyone to calm the fuck down and stop what they’re doing, although I realize that I’m probably just projecting my own panic onto them.
Then I wake up.
@Surfsup analysis?
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