**UPDATE**
The fanpage (or my browser) is working correctly again and I posted the dream, now it's time to wait and see what her advice is. I'll be sure to let everyone know.
A friend of mine directed me to a Facebook fan page today. The page was his friend's mom's. Apparently she thinks she's psychic and will interpret your dreams on her fan page forum. Anyway my friend, being the sick bastard that he is, instead of encouraging this woman's psychic aspirations has instead just been posting "dreams" under fake Facebook accounts. These dreams range anywhere from plots of episodes from "Lost" to literally describing levels in the game "Doom" and multiplayer action in "Modern Warfare 2". The lady has no idea and it's glorious. I myself decided to partake in the fun, I created a phony account (William Friedricht, professional scuba diver) and wrote up a fake dream. I haven't posted it yet because for some reason I'm having trouble with my browser or something, but I will soon. For now I'll leave Mr. Friedricht's dream below and give you the link so you can read some of these other awesome "dreams". Also feel free to post your own, real or fake, because she seems very open to interpreting just about anything.
William Friedricht's Dream
As a professional scuba diver I guess you could say I'm always in over my head. But after having this dream recur for the better part of a month I just don't know what to do. This dream is a little embarrassing so I don't really know how else to prelude this dream, I guess I'll just do what I do best, dive right in. The dream always begins the same, with me, as an aging Bible salesman approaching a nice looking middle class home. I'm nervous, and my palms are sweating.
As I get closer and closer to the door I begin to sweat more and more and I can tell that I probably look pathetic. I knock on the door and a beastly woman answers. Not beastly in an ugly way but truly beast like, like she's an animal. Before I can even begin my sales pitch my stomach turns sour. I have diarrhea. I push past the beast woman and rush to the bathroom. I reach the toilet, barely.
As I relieve myself I hear a horrible sound outside, like grunting. For some reason I decide to look in the back of the toilet (I think this may be because I'm a naturally curious person, and am drawn to water, that's about the only part I can figure out) and find a German Luger handgun, etched on the handle of the gun is something written in Latin, but I can't read it. I have the urge to take the gun and I stuff it down my pants. The grunting is still going on.
When I leave the bathroom the beast has taken off its clothes (although it's mostly covered in hair) and is eating the Bibles I had in my suitcase. I get really scared and take the gun out of my pants. Suddenly I notice dozens of bodies covered in brown. At first I think it's old blood but then I realize it's diarrhea. Apparently the beast had lured me in by making me sick, just like the dead people.
This is where the dream skips, the only thing I remember is that the gun won't shoot. Now I'm running through a neighborhood but it's dark. It's scary too, jagged buildings and screams in the distance. I can't see the beast but it's pursuing me, I can feel it. I meet a rogue named Jeremy and he tries to make me get on a motorcycle, I'm afraid so he gives me a back massage. His left hand is hot as fire and is right hand is ice cold.
This is where everything changes. It's as if I've lept forward in time a few weeks. I'm sitting, somewhere, I don't even know where. I feel uneasy. Anxious. Again everything gets fuzzy. Then, I'm in front of the house where the beast lives. It's on fire. I dance around the flames, it's like I'm not that sweaty Bible salesmen but some kind of native, then Jeremy bursts out of the front door on his motorcycle, his hair whirling around in the wind and ash. He looks like a super hero.
That's all I remember, I now it's a lot, but I'm really unsure what it means. I've never had diarrhea and don't know anyone named Jeremy. It really unnerves me because I'm so sure of myself, especially when I'm in the water, but in my dreams lately I've just been so unsure of what to think. Thanks
As I get closer and closer to the door I begin to sweat more and more and I can tell that I probably look pathetic. I knock on the door and a beastly woman answers. Not beastly in an ugly way but truly beast like, like she's an animal. Before I can even begin my sales pitch my stomach turns sour. I have diarrhea. I push past the beast woman and rush to the bathroom. I reach the toilet, barely.
As I relieve myself I hear a horrible sound outside, like grunting. For some reason I decide to look in the back of the toilet (I think this may be because I'm a naturally curious person, and am drawn to water, that's about the only part I can figure out) and find a German Luger handgun, etched on the handle of the gun is something written in Latin, but I can't read it. I have the urge to take the gun and I stuff it down my pants. The grunting is still going on.
When I leave the bathroom the beast has taken off its clothes (although it's mostly covered in hair) and is eating the Bibles I had in my suitcase. I get really scared and take the gun out of my pants. Suddenly I notice dozens of bodies covered in brown. At first I think it's old blood but then I realize it's diarrhea. Apparently the beast had lured me in by making me sick, just like the dead people.
This is where the dream skips, the only thing I remember is that the gun won't shoot. Now I'm running through a neighborhood but it's dark. It's scary too, jagged buildings and screams in the distance. I can't see the beast but it's pursuing me, I can feel it. I meet a rogue named Jeremy and he tries to make me get on a motorcycle, I'm afraid so he gives me a back massage. His left hand is hot as fire and is right hand is ice cold.
This is where everything changes. It's as if I've lept forward in time a few weeks. I'm sitting, somewhere, I don't even know where. I feel uneasy. Anxious. Again everything gets fuzzy. Then, I'm in front of the house where the beast lives. It's on fire. I dance around the flames, it's like I'm not that sweaty Bible salesmen but some kind of native, then Jeremy bursts out of the front door on his motorcycle, his hair whirling around in the wind and ash. He looks like a super hero.
That's all I remember, I now it's a lot, but I'm really unsure what it means. I've never had diarrhea and don't know anyone named Jeremy. It really unnerves me because I'm so sure of myself, especially when I'm in the water, but in my dreams lately I've just been so unsure of what to think. Thanks
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