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As we all know, dreams are an important part of life, sleep, and death.
I'm the type of person to have the wild vivid dreams. Let's use this thread to share our dreams from the night before. Treat this thread as your diary.
"I won't tell your secrets. Your secrets are safe with me. I will keep your secrets, just think of me as the pages in your diary"
So last night I had a dream. I was in Florida for some reason with my mans & em. Part of me feels like it was vacation. Part of me feels like it was some type of college graduation. There were a lot of people from my high school and college at this location. It could've even been some type of music festival/wide event type of thing that people travel to. (Freaknik perhaps?)
I'm in an elevator, and some girl from my high school gets in and starts touching the pipe. I'm like chill, we get out, and then these 2 other girls walk past like "oh you doing it wrong, let me show you how to buff wood" and then they start rubbing on the log like the tree of hope at the Apollo theater.
Fast forward, this girl turns out to be working for some drug lord, who I run into later in the dream, we chop it up blah blah whatever whatever. Me and my mans almost get hit by a moving truck, but I push him out the way, and I jump over the truck and land on the truck bed safely.
Fast forward, the drug lord asks me if I drove down to Florida, I tell him nah I flew. He tells me "iight don't get on a flight back...drive back" I'm like "say no more" just off the strength of me seeing what Escobar pulled with that flight situation. I was shook.
This dream was all over the place, so I'm not really sure if it means anything or if my mind was traveling in all types of directions.
Share yours
I'm the type of person to have the wild vivid dreams. Let's use this thread to share our dreams from the night before. Treat this thread as your diary.
"I won't tell your secrets. Your secrets are safe with me. I will keep your secrets, just think of me as the pages in your diary"
So last night I had a dream. I was in Florida for some reason with my mans & em. Part of me feels like it was vacation. Part of me feels like it was some type of college graduation. There were a lot of people from my high school and college at this location. It could've even been some type of music festival/wide event type of thing that people travel to. (Freaknik perhaps?)
I'm in an elevator, and some girl from my high school gets in and starts touching the pipe. I'm like chill, we get out, and then these 2 other girls walk past like "oh you doing it wrong, let me show you how to buff wood" and then they start rubbing on the log like the tree of hope at the Apollo theater.
Fast forward, this girl turns out to be working for some drug lord, who I run into later in the dream, we chop it up blah blah whatever whatever. Me and my mans almost get hit by a moving truck, but I push him out the way, and I jump over the truck and land on the truck bed safely.
Fast forward, the drug lord asks me if I drove down to Florida, I tell him nah I flew. He tells me "iight don't get on a flight back...drive back" I'm like "say no more" just off the strength of me seeing what Escobar pulled with that flight situation. I was shook.
This dream was all over the place, so I'm not really sure if it means anything or if my mind was traveling in all types of directions.
Share yours