I read this while sitting on the toilet, so I actually did give a shit.
I read this while sitting on the toilet, so I actually did give a shit.
I walked outside of the Grand Avenue train station in Elmhurst, Queens. It was like an alternate reality in that in my dream, there was an extended plaza area right outside the train station that does not exist in real life. As far as architecture and infrastructure goes, everything else was true to reality.
However, the first thing I noticed when I walked up the subway steps and looked across the street towards the non-existent plaza was that there was a dead, bloodied lion in the middle of Grand Avenue. No car traffic, though. Sitting in the plaza 30 or so feet away from the dead lion were several other lions and a couple of tigers. One of the tigers levitated slowly like 30 feet up like it was willfully controlling its own tractor beam and it looked like a very slight species variation on the tigers we know of. Some different coloration/.markings/skin consistency. As I looked up in the sky, it looked different as clouds were parting and there was an energy up there. It looked like a combination of a minor weather/celestial event.
I remember crossing Queens Blvd to the other side of Grand Avenue and another Tiger pounced on me but just before it sunk its teeth into my shoulder, I was asking God for help and I was able to shove the Tiger off of me and was amazed to see I only suffered the most superficial of flesh wounds.
For some reason, I returned to the area where the original Tigers and Lions were and now in the foreground were various smaller wild cats. Again, they appeared to be slight variations of how we know them, but seemed like a 99.8% DNA match. Now, the odd thing about these cats was that there were Bobcat kittens, like 30 or 40 of them, but these kits were bigger than Bobcat kittens. More like almost full grown. They made weird fucking noises, but in between that, they were actually taking pleasure and creepily and accurately mimicking human speech patterns in a way where you could tell that they could at least understand emotions, but most likely had a rudimentary knowledge of English—like they were childishly making fun of us. All of the things the were saying and the intonation was kind of like me when I mimic old Jewesses who anxiously remind people not to go outside without a mask. They were devilishly repeating fearful phrases they must have heard scared humans saying when they first observed this bizarre phenomena.
Anyway, I’ve interpreted the dream to mean that I should dye my hair blue and go to Sweden for gender re-assignment surgery. I mean, it’s like “DUH”, so obvious, right?
I walked outside of the Grand Avenue train station in Elmhurst, Queens. It was like an alternate reality in that in my dream, there was an extended plaza area right outside the train station that does not exist in real life. As far as architecture and infrastructure goes, everything else was true to reality.
However, the first thing I noticed when I walked up the subway steps and looked across the street towards the non-existent plaza was that there was a dead, bloodied lion in the middle of Grand Avenue. No car traffic, though. Sitting in the plaza 30 or so feet away from the dead lion were several other lions and a couple of tigers. One of the tigers levitated slowly like 30 feet up like it was willfully controlling its own tractor beam and it looked like a very slight species variation on the tigers we know of. Some different coloration/.markings/skin consistency. As I looked up in the sky, it looked different as clouds were parting and there was an energy up there. It looked like a combination of a minor weather/celestial event.
I remember crossing Queens Blvd to the other side of Grand Avenue and another Tiger pounced on me but just before it sunk its teeth into my shoulder, I was asking God for help and I was able to shove the Tiger off of me and was amazed to see I only suffered the most superficial of flesh wounds.
For some reason, I returned to the area where the original Tigers and Lions were and now in the foreground were various smaller wild cats. Again, they appeared to be slight variations of how we know them, but seemed like a 99.8% DNA match. Now, the odd thing about these cats was that there were Bobcat kittens, like 30 or 40 of them, but these kits were bigger than Bobcat kittens. More like almost full grown. They made weird fucking noises, but in between that, they were actually taking pleasure and creepily and accurately mimicking human speech patterns in a way where you could tell that they could at least understand emotions, but most likely had a rudimentary knowledge of English—like they were childishly making fun of us. All of the things the were saying and the intonation was kind of like me when I mimic old Jewesses who anxiously remind people not to go outside without a mask. They were devilishly repeating fearful phrases they must have heard scared humans saying when they first observed this bizarre phenomena.
Anyway, I’ve interpreted the dream to mean that I should dye my hair blue and go to Sweden for gender re-assignment surgery. I mean, it’s like “DUH”, so obvious, right?
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