have you ever wondered what it might be like to be an irish rebel, or any kind of rebel? |
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I had a dream awhle back that i was one of two brothers and we where irish. We where rebels and we went to this meeting place dressed up in robes and hoods i had lost my hood so i tore off the lining of my robe to make a hood and it didnt fit right so i acted as if i was drunk to slip into the meeting and the people there didnt seem to mind we got up in front of the place where the head guy was and i grabbed a crystal ball of his desk and swung at him three times, on the third strike i hit him square in the head then we jumped out the window and a flying car dragging a wheel chair pulled up we jumped on the wheel chair and got out of there barely missing slamming head on with a truck. We went back to this shanty town and i could feel the emotion in the dream it was very happy feeling, i threw some durt into the air and then i heard a lady say 1939 best sex i ever had .... ending was kinda unexpected. |
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have you ever wondered what it might be like to be an irish rebel, or any kind of rebel? |
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'all of the moments that already passed/
try to go back and make them last.'
Dear Durranty, |
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