Posted on: 2015-05-01 by Guest

I'll send you a text

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: 2015-05-01 by Guest

It's a bad line

Posted on: 2013-12-01 by mochii

i had this dream where i saw a white wolf or something and she had body guards with her and apparently i was a wolf too and they wouldnt let me near her so i like had to hide in bushes and there was a maze thing witht ons of fences you know with the wires n stuff n they were pretty high like i couldnt jump over them but the body guards were dressed like soldiers … anyway, the wolf was suddenly a girl and she was wearing a white dress and she was pretty thin but she was tanned and looked cute and calm .. she had long browny hair which was kind of wavy/curly at the ends and her hair went somewhere down to like right about her elbows or something i dont remember but yeah she was in a wheelchair though and her bodyguards were still with her so apparently i was human too and she did a thing with a ball of light and like my friends which were apparently there with me said that now we know where she exactly is and we ended up getting her and i think we went on a small ‘date’ thing or something and i w as wearing a white/red assassin hoodie with some logo on th e front to the left and like ye ah i only knew what i was wearing because when i hugged her i was in front of a window/shop/thing and i could see myself in the reflection ... i thought i was ezio or something it was weird she was wearing some kind of dress and we hugged a bit and she always smiled and she was really nice and pretty !! i think her dress was darker than her original one, while my clothes were lighter than my original ones i was more grey/brown at the start while she was all white



Posted on: 2017-11-12 by Guest

I saw a lantern and a man standing nexr to it,he was wearing a brown coach and a brown hat then i watched him and the lanter till i wake up, i dont know why but i can feel the cold of the street, i have dream this dream for 4 days . Please tell me what does it mean and sorry for my english

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

Can I use your phone?

Posted on: 2015-04-30 by Guest

A few months



Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

How much notice do you have to give?

Posted on: 2015-04-29 by Guest

I'm doing an internship

Posted on: 2016-12-13 by Vanoushig

I dreamt that my brother is pulling my left upper back teeth it it came off the place was empty. It didnt hurt but i was sad that he took it off . Anyone know what is the role of my brother in my dream?and what does this dream mean .i feel curious about it . Thanks :)

Posted on: 2011-08-30 by fangmoonstone

Last night I dreamt that I was visiting my friend Dan, at his house, but it was like part hospital. He apparently was hurt or had a disease or something, and in a room the doctor had him on a bed and had to inject something in his butt. o.0 I was in the next room, But Dan had his arms stretched and apparently he could reach through walls. I saw his wrists and hands going through the wall, so close I could touch them, and as they gave him the shot, he clenched his fists but didn't make a sound. I was worried. Then I was outside his house, at a picnic table, when me and other friends had some sort of party planned for him...? I was dancing with my friend Raymond, and he kept like holding my hand and waist, and I had a long wig. Idk. Then Dan came out, and we performed a song for him and stuff, then I hugged Dan as he was covereed in a hospital blanket, and it was all okay. Oh and something about a little toddler boy crying. IMD

Posted on: 2015-04-26 by Guest

Stolen credit card

Posted on: 2015-06-08 by Guest

I work with computers

Posted on: 2013-12-06 by Guest

Barack Obama and Michelle were at our school, and Barack shot his wife in the head. Then, all e water pipes broke and the floor was flooded, so we had no school. I asked my friend if she wanted to come home and hang out since her mom was working at another school in our district. She said "sure" but then walked away, and I tried to find her, but I ended up surfing on a lunch tray and going outside. Then, I found her.

Posted on: 2015-04-30 by Guest

Hold the line, please

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Withdraw cash

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

I can't get a signal

Posted on: 2018-08-16 by Guest

okay this dream was super weird because in it i was fighting some hamsters in a factory the hamsters where carring machine guns,rocket launchers, ect but after fighting all the hamsters i get trapped somehow by the mastermind and then turned into a hamster for his army to rule the world or something.

Posted on: 2015-04-28 by Guest

Where did you go to university?

Posted on: 2016-02-29 by Guest

I saw you again - kk339

Posted on: 2015-05-25 by Guest

I'm originally from Dublin but now live in Edinburgh

Posted on: 2015-05-24 by Guest

I'd like to open a business account

Posted on: 2015-10-26 by Maolica

Not really sure how this works but I have weird dreams. They aren't about me dreaming about people naked or anything but it's like my dreams aren't MY dreams. I don't always remember my dreams but whenever I do it's like I'm someone else going through their emotions and their struggles. I'll remember some of it but then everything becomes hazy

Posted on: 2015-04-10 by Guest

I had another dream were I was running away from a kid with ginger hair and freckles. I recognized him as a friend I had in grade school named Brian. Anyway he was running at me with a syringe filled with a green fluid. I ran behind a minivan hoping to lose him but suddenly he jumped on the car and tackled me. for some reason I couldnt scream as he injected the fluid in me. then it all went black.

Posted on: 2018-06-06 by Guest

Was kidnapped by 2 very nice guys. They were the bosses for a company and were very sorry I had to die later on. They let me go my house though and get my stuff, without supervision, and then I called the cops.when the cops arrested him,he was like, "No worries, its fine, this happens a lot. Lets stay in touch". It was weird.