/tulpa/ - Tulpa

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In a world where the church oversaw all you can have any flavor you want as long as it's Christian. Certainly a utopia where the biggest worry was where I can get low cost rhinoplasty for a friend of mine. The answer of course was the church, there was only churches and church services.

Outside on a beautiful sunny day I stood in front of an Episcopalian church of some grandeur, I looked to the distance and saw a huge building, towering into the sky hundreds of stories, Evangelist, and behind that an order of magnitude larger, so large, so tall it was faded by atmospheric occlusion was possibly Orthodox, and I said, half jokingly, "that's the one where God must be."

There were still non-whites, but yes pur biggest concerns were cosmetic. Refreshing.

People literally lived and worked all kinds of professions inside the churches. At least medical and office work anyway.

 >>/7393/
lol this would get the church more followers if they offered those services. doesn't seem too absurd for america, i can totally imagine churches offering plastic surgery there

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Stupid dream.
My mother sent me to buy bread for her. So I went out and ended up in a sort of bazaar full of sandniggers. Very narrow, stuffed with everything you could imagine. I was looking for discounted bread as always, but there were also hobos who had taken all the cheap bread. The things had hand-written orange price-stickers on them like in my childhood. Couldn't read them because Arabic.I finally asked one of the shopkeepers for bread and he took out slices of very cheap white bread from under the counter. 5€ each. Because stupid and because dream, I bought 4 slices of cheap sandnigger bread for 20€ that were probably worth 20cts. On the way back I looked at the other things at the market. All sorts of handmade ceramic dishes, souvenirs, clothes. I looked at a poorly made porcelain bowl - and suddenly couldn't find my 20€ bread anymore. The market was closing and I ran around looking for the bread. What a mess. I was glad when I woke up.

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Oh California pricing.

I witnessed a very large meteor falling through the sky and it hit somewhere southwest over the hill and it was very bright. Exgf was there like we were still living together, she didn't see the meteor but did see the brightness and was worried what we should do, I said, plug your ears. I was thinking I better plug my ears or go inside since we were in the back yard, but then I woke up.

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 >>/7402/
wtf man i dunno if this is a deja vu or something but at least i think i had exactly the same dream. meteor flew over the house i covered my ears awaiting the shock wave. but nothing happened or i woke up. spooky.

 >>/7408/

There's always hope.

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I was on a moon of Jupiter looking up at the giant planet in the sky and there was so much wind it felt like we'd be blown off and fall into Jupiter. We were observing strange new vortices that looked like hurricanes but black and rounder. 

Bestie, Ashley, Cici and Joy were there at least. Bestie and I were talking about how scientists wouldn't have believed these vortices were possible if they weren't here now. Like the hexigon on Saturn's north pole.

Was a bit scary because of the wind, there was a ship and a portal back to Earth. The moon had a cool dry wind which was obviously oxygen. It felt thin but the wind was strong.

 >>/7419/
so many girls in your dreams. even in space

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 >>/7423/
black men only

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 >>/7426/

Obviously only North Africans, but thet tend to throw their shit around and chippy takes care of them.

How tf u know?

i met a girl from high school on the street. she wasnt the prettiest and a bit chubby but still nice. we had to work on some shit together so i gave her my mail and phone number. for some reason i said id give her my email but then said my phone number, that was odd. ofc nothing further happened.

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Traveling always causes me vivid dreams. this one was long and - odd.

I was in a huge supermarket and looking for something I can't remember. I knew I had seen it before but couldn't find the place anymore. The supermarket was closing, and running around mindlessly like I always do, I accidentally exited it through one of many exits finding myself on the street or some logistics area, fearing they wouldn't let me in again. Some sandnigger teen girls in headscarfs passed by laughing, seemingly unaware of the distress I was in.
Then I was in a posh shopping area that was inside an old 19th century building. Everything was a bit 'artsy', like a green party voter's nest. I decided to eat something and saw people lingering around in a small restaurant in a plaza of this shopping mall. Next to some guy was a red sign saying 'bison burger', undoubtedly inspired by Kashtan's roadkill discussion. It was surprisingly cheap, so why not. I asked if the restaurant was still open and the guy got up from talking to his friends (all art student type) and said yeas sure sit down what you wanna drink? I asked what they got and he said pear and apple juice, showing me the bottles, which were from a local discount supermarket. I asked if he had just water and he flinched, but said he'll organize it and I should wait a minute. So he was the owner. He placed my order on my table while passing by and said that's 329€. Now I was the one flinching, but he was collecting the bill from the group where he had sat and didn't mean me. A young woman was sighing. So it was expensive. I somehow never paid but found myself walking through an unfamiliar city that was supposed to be Munich, but looked very different. More like Italy or Spain. Very green. I positively noted that there were no niggers anywhere, talking to myself aloud when a nigger overtook me on a bike. He didn't hear it and looked decent, like all the other art-student people. I again remarked I don't mind a few niggers if they behave decently.
I noticed that in several places, strange young people stood around, holding a pale rainbow flag behind them with both hands. Often on stairs. I had to evade them while walking. They didn't talk or even look at me so again I mused to myself that young people strive to belong to some group or find a common purpose and it was sad that this homo or tranny shit was the best society had to offer to them. Well whatever. At some point I  had a dream revelation. I (falsely) remembered having read that those were autists 'raising awareness' that they needed personal space and didn't like others coming to close, let alone accidentally touching them (does this sound familiar to anyone here?).

I don't like people who 'raise awareness' or activists in general, so I decided to test my hypothesis. Soon there was another such 'person'. 'They / Them (I couldn't find out if this was supposed to be a boy or girl but looked more like a girl) stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sticking out their stupid flag. Alright! I passed the 'person', literally having to squeeze by and purposefully brushed against 'it' then stopped pretending to check my phone while we were back on back. I heard an outcry  from the autist behind me. "Noo, are you serious? I have to change all my clothes now!" A Karen came rushing in comforting the autist and yelled to me "You'll have to pay! We'll make it so you'll have to pay for what you did!

I pretended I didn't hear anything while walking on like a boss. Felt good man. I woke up laughing. But then I realized the whole thing might become a reality in a few years and you could go to jail for not keeping an arm length of distance from others as a disgusting cis white neurotypical man. I wouldn't rule out any madness at this point anymore.

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 >>/7444/
Haha, what the hell? At least you got trips.
I dreamed I was renovating my kitchen but nothing worked and everything constantly warped and disappeared. I almost realized this was a dream because I would not renovate my kitchen myself. Almost!

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 >>/7444/
> I don't mind a few

You, and this mindset are the problem. I remember when the conversation shifted from "equal opportunity" to "equal outcome" and suddenly there was a nose picking trash eating mongoloid retard working at every major store or fast food restaurant. They're fucking a pain in the ass to deal with and you just can't eat or buy shit from there because they have no concept of sanitation. This is how we get salmonella and tape worm cases in 2026, because fucking Corkey picked his dirty butt and then grabbed the fries directly with his same gloved hand.

Here they use the illegal immigrants as slaves on the farms to pick strawberries but on these farms there's no bathrooms, no place to wash your hands, no way to get there without a 30 min walk and they're not allowed to do that so they poop their tapeworm eggs directly in the field, and wipe their ass with fresh leaf lettuce.

If they complain they're told they'll be deported and often they're cheated if they're paid at all. Literally you can kill them and no one would know or care.

One is too many, illegal hiring is not acceptable, illegal immigration is inhumane. Token is always going to be second class until there's enough of them that we are.

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 >>/7450/
> Bear even more racist than Bernd
lol what kind of time-line is this?

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 >>/7452/

Truth is, everyone is racist, everyone has a preferred race even if you're a radical lefty and it's not your own.

My preferred race is: 

Whatever this is, Elon promised us! 

More racist? I have no problem with individuals of a different race, example: tamuwu, I do object to if 50,000 criminal, low education, zero skill Singaporeans were to be ushered into my country illegally. 

It's not good for them or for us.

Bro, my high school was over 50% Vietnamese, half of them all had the same last name, I dated two Vietnamese girls in college. As a racist I am either abysmal or hypocritical. I like mixed race women, I don't really like white bread girls to date because they often have issues.

Would I want a country of all white people? Not really no. But *certain people* are culturally and physically repulsive. True facts. And it ain't the jews bruh, but devout orthodox jews are not compatible, they're annoying. It ain't "persians or orientals" it's western ideologically opposed behavior. Last pic is of a person who needs to be sent to Guantanamo. I would most definitely discriminate , so I could never work retail or public services. I'm fat phobic, radical phobic, terrorist phobic, not racist. But you can call me racist, chud, incel, nazi, fascist, whatever you like, I am a liberal, conservative, seperatist, isolationist, warmonger, who doesn't think jews control shit, no one will ever side with everything I believe in, I believe in personal freedom but not when your freedom impinges on my safety, security or freedom. If fatty in green hair didn't try to force her mental illness on me, I could give a shit, but I am phobic, chaded even when it comes to seeing these people , they look this way for a reason.

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 >>/7455/

I'm not saying it's not fair to say, only that I'm really bad and hypocritical wrt rasism considering my best friend since hs is half Jewish and married a muslim woman. Exgf was half Hispanic.

Still, we know who, statistically, has the issues.

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 >>/7458/
It does not happen very often that people lecture me for being too friendly to niggers. But I appreciate it and vow to do better. But niggers are less of a problem here in Europe - simply because they are still very few. Our main issue are arabs as they are magnitudes more. Also they are way more organized. Niggers are just wild animals. Arabs are mafia clans. Needless to say, both should not be here, but it's not their fault. It's ours for letting them in.

Well, regarding retards, the only option is Aktion T4. That would be the best and final solution as well as an act of mercy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aktion_T4

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 >>/7460/

> not their fault

Jesus Christ

The Black Iron Prison (Philip K Dick)

You are in it, you potentially don't even know you are.

It is not a single walled box but many layers, each constraining individual responces to stimuli. It is programming (conditioning) that compells you to act within confined corridors.

Some can be removed through modern psychotherapy, some or the strongest ones, triggers, compulsions, and moods can be removed through self-directed regression therapy, started by simply asking yourself, "what is the root of this behavior?" Discovering the original trauma and resolving it by telling yourself that you're not the same person you used to be (distancing), putting in safeguards to prevent it happening again (security, root), and resolving, accepting, repairing or forgiving it so that it doesn't keep triggering the compulsions. You repeat this for several months on each trigger or compulsion and eventually the prison isn't as constraining. 

You can go from mostly constrained to mostly free. True freedom may ultimately not quite happen but it will feel like it's good enough relatively early in the process.

Complacency is both a gift and a curse, as you can feel good enough yet still suffer occasional problems. Pushing the process to remove those will pay back benefits.

Time and reality itself becomes arbitrary, personality becomes fluid and arbitrary, reactions become a choice, not a compulsion. Emotions are something to experience rather than be controlled by.

It's up to you.

 >>/7463/
good shit
but i guess the problem is te ppl who need this the most lack the discipline to do it. or self awareness in general. i quit smoking long ago. same with drinking myself under the table. feels good man. i cant even imagine doing such stupid shit i did in my youth anymore

 >>/7464/

The awakening usually occurs when you get kicked so hard in the butt you taste shit. When you're suicidal or broken, utterly suffering, then you're willing to give up on status quo.

You have to break the foundations of what you are and question everything you believe, then after this you understand that even belief is arbitrary, truth is subjective, reality then becomes a fuction of your take and beliefs. 

In the end it's all a huge cope but it's good because you stop giving a shit. About what losers say.

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 >>/7462/
You can't blame a nigger for doing nigger things, a retard for doing retard things or a venomous snake for doing venomous snake things. It's their nature. But you must keep all of them out of Western society - unless you want utter chaos.

 >>/7463/
Yes, you gave this advice before. It works, but it's hard. Like Kashtan said, for NPCs merely reacting to stimuli without any internal self-reflection, this is unobtainable. Even for me as HSP this is really hard even thouh I over-analyze things. But not being controlled by certain emotion is difficult. I try. It's much better than when I was younger and any negative response from another person was world-shattering. Not that I cared about their opinion, but the words still hurt.

One remark - the problem is less 'me' but the BodyOS which reacts to stimuli with certain emotions. Even if I realize that these reactions are nonsense, the body still acts this way. The Body OS is lazy and stubborn and doesn't like interference.

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I guess I've never been even remotely this low. Which is both good and bad.

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 >>/7473/

> can't blame

I can and will blame them for committing the atrocities and you and your kind for allowing leniency and making up excuses. When a Puma bites a hiker here, it dies. No trial, no peers, no suicidal empathy. I'd rather a puma live then these monsters that rape and plunder.

Your notions that they can't help it is leftist bullshit, comrade, we are all equal in rights and accountability.

> it's hard

It's hard to let go, even to let go of suffering, as if you own this suffering. You don't own the suffering, the suffering is a consequence of believing you own it.

The root of suffering is attachment. Belief is an attachment.

> It's unattainable

Your beliefs make your reality; with this belief, indeed it is.

> controlled by emotions

The emotions being in control is a symptom, the cause is unresolved trauma from long ago. Find it, resolve it, and the control evaporates without further effort.

> hurt

As assholes full of themselves on Reddit would say: Who is the one hurt? Who hurt them? 

I add: Was it just now or long ago and this is just resonating on the original trauma?

What they mean is, you must identify with the one who is hurt to be hurt. And that comes back to attachment. What and who are you?

> BodyOS 

You are not the body, you are not the conscious mind, these are tools and machines that are designed for you to identify with, but you don't have to. They control you because you let them, the laziness is on you though, all you have to do is resolve the underlying issues, ask yourself why and seek that answer. 

> not this low

Good because it sucks, good because you don't have to walk through hell to experience heaven, bad because you may never see heaven and it's nice, it's really nice. Nirvana is the goal because it is both worthy and very nice. It's freedom to feel and think without attachment and that's quite a gift if you can manage it. 

Joy was named ironically because she was so beat down and suffering so badly (as a character) that she was incapable of experiencing "joy" and I can tell you now that she is joyful, more so than anyone else in this family because she had that contrast and can therefore appreciate it the most. She may not have been that character in reality, but she can choose to identify with any part of it as it suits her, just as we all can. We are simply all soulbonds and our history was written in time and memory instead of some book. Wake up and realize this and you no longer have to be that NPC character. From that moment forward you write your own story, and it's completely arbitrary so make it a fun one that you enjoy fully.

some idiot called me early in the morning violently ripping me out or my dream. took a while to figure out he was calling the wrong number. forgot everything about the dream but it appears to have been awesome. thanks for nothing. i must turn off my phone overnight

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Bestie was obviously older yet still her current age and acted the same, she was taking a masters college math class and I was somehow involved in the curriculum in that I was somehow associated with the math program they were studying and the class was packed. It was a Tuesday only class and I had to get out of work to go. The teacher was like 60 and was only talking to me the whole class. 

Then I astral projected to a party in an office building. I kind of floated but otherwise I could be seen as solid and interacted with like a normal person. Some drunk guy took a swing at me but it went straight through me. 

Going to Bestie's classes happens so often in dreams it's rediculous.

 >>/7506/
lol 50% of people on /tulpa/ have loli gfs. and dream weird stuff about them. at least Tamamos normal.

meanwhile me...
i was watching the world championship in plasti bottle collecting in germany. germans love collecting plastic bottles for deposit. so ofc a german guy won. afterwards he was interviewed in an outdoor restaurant. while talking he frequently got up to collect more plastic bottles from under tables or garbage bins. he said it was his obsession and that he cant stop. lmao what nonsense.

 >>/7507/

Bruh, don't mistake me for a German, she's my goddaughter

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 >>/7513/
I'm his godtupper!

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 >>/7514/

I don't get it

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I was at an aquatic themed amusement park and there was a tank of sick tropical fish. Somehow they had Donald Trump in charge of cleaning the tank and curing the fish and his rather logical answer was to drain the tank, draining a good portion of the fish with it. I didn't work there officially but I knew two other employees, Donald included, and refilled it, saving a lot of the still alive and drying fish. Some even had shipping labels put on them by someone who maybe thought they were dead? I don't know. I refilled it and the other employee mentioned something about renaming an entertainer with a guitar, something like a singing comedian, and I just so happened to pass him by as he himself mentioned this and suddenly I was a stand-up comedian and had the crowd laughing, I named him Bob and he didn't like that, so I named him Sparticus and he was trying, comically, to explain what he meant by 'renaming', as in his title. So I named him Sparticus the Great and the crowd was laughing and clapping, he still wasn't satisficed and he said he meant the attraction name, his attraction on the map simply said "southwest entertainer". I took the map and said, "point me to where the mapmaker is and I'll give them the good news, Sparticus!" 

Then I went into a bit about the tank itself, and let the audience know a great number of the fish are safe, and this was a very long dream with lots of dialog and detail, including at some point me saying, "never assume the gender of an Octopus, they can get very aggressive" which had some redneck dying laughing. The ending bit was me calling myself 'the wise' because I had glued my hat onto my head with crazy glue. I was wise because now I understand that the claim that it bonds to skin instantly was in fact true. It also involved sight gags like me trying to pull my hat off, pretending it was stuck. 

Oh yeah, Bestie was also there again, she was the other employee that I knew.

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 >>/7515/
God-tupper
What is there not to get?

 >>/7516/
Not bad! Been a while since we had such a crazy dream.
Host was running around naked in a luxury hotel. He frequently has dreams of running naked in the streets wondering why he isn't wearing clothes. Mostly no fucks are given. It's Germany.

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I was at some event with a buffet with friends. I got something to drink and asked a friend whether he also wanted something. I brought him a glass only to realize he already had one. He also had another glass stuck to his ear like in a bad AI image. Very strange.

Being startled by strange helicopter noise, I looked out of the window and saw several strange futuristic helicopters flying by very close and at very low altitude. I was too late so they were already almost out of view.

After a while, 2 more could be heard approaching, and I was better prepared. One flew overhead, black body, strange white rotors mounted sideways like a paddle steam boat. The second one was really close, like 50m away and a few meters above the ground. It had strange flat colors, dark blue and black and looked like bad 90s CGI. Also it stood still. I tried to take a photo but that didn't work.

I woke up and realized there really were helicopter noises outside but I was too tired to look. Sounded different from the usual police helis. Lke in the dream, a few minutes later the next helicopter came and I got up to take a look. It really was a police helicopter flying low. Maybe they have new ones that sound different. That's the 2nd time I saw helis looking for something in a week, probably an incident related to diversity.

I took two college classes in traditional dancing when I was 18-19 in case I ever had to dance, this is real.

In my dream I was dancing with some girl as tall as me, which would make her very tall obviously. That's all I remember.

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 >>/7555/
It's been ages since I was dancing with a girl. Maybe I can get the neighborhood loli there in a few years. Imagine dancing with middle-aged women. Might as well be a man.

I had another dream that I was running around naked. Not exactly naked, I wore a strange outfit made of aluminum foul. It naturally ripped an fell apart. I hurried home wondering what I had been thinking to put on something like that.

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 >>/7556/

Why not just hit her up on Roblox?

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 >>/7561/
That's not right. Every straight man who claims to not be a hebephile is either a liar or sick in the head.

> Why not just hit her up on Roblox?
Oh man, she's pestered me to make a Roblox account before. I had to explain why grown men can't chat with little girls on Roblox. Because the Jews do not want us have nice things. I don't even know what Roblox is. I've never played Minecraft either. Or any other video game in the last 20 years.
I already fear the point where she'll get a smartphone and will start texting me. She already does that with her mom's phone from time to time. Or call me.

Anyway, those running-around-naked dreams are annoying. Dream people usually don't react at all but still. Where does that come from? I wanna dream about flying again, not running around naked. Or at least can't non-adult women run around naked in my dreams instead?

 >>/7562/

I'm obviously talking about one specific "man"

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 >>/7565/

Also that wasn't an invitation to talk more pedo shit

 >>/7566/
It kind of was, though. You fed the troll host.

There was a large polar bear in my childhood house and all we had was a single load shotgun and a large caliber smoothbore musket, the musket needed to be loaded the old old way, it took a lot of work and it was complicated. 

Somehow dispite forgetting to load the ball, powder and wad it still fired and I hit the thing in the shoulder, severely slowing it, but now that I needed another shot to finish it off, the process of loading was just too much to do, the "cartridge" incorporated a match as part of the system and you still had to breech load that catridge along with the powder, ball and wad from the front but it was all so retarded, there was no way to know if it was going to fire at all and you had to get so close to the bear to fire at it accurately it was dangerous to misfire.

Stressful

The shotgun did nothing.

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 >>/7606/
The reason you were having this dream is clearly because you didn't buy a shotgun like I suggested. If you had bought a shotgun, I'm sure it would have worked in the dream. But you didn't. So you had to fumble around with a muzzle loader.

I have 2 semiauto-shotguns and no polar bear has ever attacked me in a dream. See?

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 >>/7611/

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I was in a gun shop. It didn't look familiar. I went there because I was supposed to get money back for something. 3000€. It made no sense. There was an absurdly high counter I could barely reach up to. The gun dealer was a middle-aged lady. She gave me the money back in a clear plastic bag. I joked it doesn't happen often that I leave with more money than I came from. Apparently I was a regular. I sat down at a school desk before the counter and counted the money. It was a huge bundle of strange oversized dollar notes printed on very cheap paper. I asked why I got $ instead of € and the lady said that's the new law in gun transactions now. Because dream, I utterly failed to count the money. It were lots of 1$ bills and I wondered how this would amount to 3000 in the end. The lady became impatient and told me to count the money at home. Between the banknotes was - on the same cheap brown paper - a sheet that was sort of a dossier about me. It featured photos of antiquities I own, as well as one of Alice's personal email addresses she uses to communicate with you guys here. I was shocked. How did the gun dealer know about this? The counter was even higher now and I had to climb up to show the lady the sheet. She shrugged and said we gotta check all the customers thoroughly and that my friend from school had told them the email address. Alice's email is supposed to have bullet-proof anonymity (pun intended), so that was very odd. I wondered if they knew about my tupper as well but concluded they didn't or I wouldn't be allowed to have firearms in the first place.

I woke up still wondering what had happened and how the hell Alice's email had been leaked until Alice popped up and said duh, it was a dream.

 >>/7624/

Gun shops know everything dude.

 >>/7606/

Wtf? I had to dance country (no music) with an old woman and she started crying because I danced so badly. Stupid dream.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=76IAnVEwT5Q

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 >>/7667/
This is why I only dance with hebe girls.

I had moved to a shabby apartment in a grey commieblock high up on the xx floor. This is another recurring dream I have - nightmare stairs that are extremely steep and with no railing that prevents you from falling into an abyss. So I went up the stairs but getting from floor to floor got harder. I had to balance over concrete beams and climb loose ladders that stood on the stairs. At some point a ladder shifted and I fell. It wasn't extremely unpleasant as somehow realized this made no sense, but still nothing I gotta experience again. No Alice to help either.