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Rule -> RE: Death dreams (2/6/2007 12:35:06 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Devilslilsister
Well the dream started out ooooooookay........ had something to do with my brother, his best friend/our childhood friend and a girl i cant place at the moment. The girl ended up being my girlfriend who majorly didnt get along with the childhood friend. (very peculiar all that) though i do remember her laying on the bed and me covering her with my body trying to block out his nasty words. Anywhoo..
It is a slave transformation dream. There are two persons in the mind of a slave to be: her small self and her large self-less slave identity. As the three parts of the mind in all persons they merge and function like a unit. Best friends is an understatement for this pair. The sensitive slave identity is defenseless and is protected by the self; in your case the feisty RiotGirl is the defender. The nasty words of the childhood friend separated these two units of your mind for the first time and your feisty little self bravely protected her most and best intimate friend, the slave girl that you also are.
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ORIGINAL: Devilslilsister
The girlfriend and i go somewhere. We get back to the house, which is amazingly now sort of run down, but not run down.
A protected place, a safe place, but it is not as strong anymore as it used to be. It is your combined personality.
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ORIGINAL: Devilslilsister
As we're walking up to the door (and a massive distance to the nearest road) i heard something funny. Ignored it.
Isolation. Quietness. Rest. Protection by distance from life, from the danger of the road. You feel safe.
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ORIGINAL: Devilslilsister
As i'm shutting the door, a guy pops up with a gun.
He is your master. The gun may indeed signify sex, but more likely it signifies power: he is your master.
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Tells us to take our clothes off and like do a strip tease.
Your master wants the unprotected you. He wants the slave girl, his bounty. You, RiotGirl, are the clothing that he wants to have removed. You must go away for him to get the slavegirl.
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She was already inside the door, i had my head poked out.
Your dearest friend the slavegirl is safe. You take stock of the situation, always assessing the danger to the slavegirl.
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I looked at her and said "fuck this"
You decide not to go away and not to give him the slave girl.
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Shut the door.
Your master is shut out, but both of you are safe.
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Went and found a phone, but the line was dead.
There is no outside help. Hostile life is shut out. It is all up to you.
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Ooooooo he cut the phone lines, great!
Your master isolated you from life, protected you.
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I gauged the distance between us in the road and realised there was no way we could get to the road before he fired off shots.
You are in his power and safe from life.
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i tallied it up and said "what the hell its only a strip tease"
It is death, your death, Riotgirl. You decided to show your master the slavegirl, but to do that, your feisty self must go away, die.
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So i walk down to the front door and the dude is waiting there. I walk out and he's pissed i have my pants on
Quite. To have pants on, to be in charge. Your master does not want feisty RiotGirl, he wants the obedient slavegirl. "Strip!" he commands.
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and he SPRAYS me with bullets (like a shot gun) except i wasnt dead. They stung my face and i was like OW. (kind of like a bunch of bebe's hitting my face and breaking skin). I dunno exactly why, but ends up firing on me some more and by now, i've bullet wounds all over.
He is doing away with you, feisty RiotGirl. The skin protects and he is shooting holes into it. His power is stripping you away.
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Some how some one else pops up and disarms the guy.
A reprieve. The someone else may have been - most likely was - the slave girl, who ameliorated him.
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i KNOW i'm in danger. Danger of losing blood and i remember leaning against the building feeling like i'm going "out" Loss of blood, passing out. i look at my girlfriend and tell her to come here, because i dont think i'll make it to a hospital.
You are taking leave off her, saying goodbye to your dearest friend. Death is approaching for you, imminent. This is so sad, but it is what happens to all slaves when they transform into the goddess: they must die and be reborn. When you die, the slavegirl will be born. The slavegirl will mourn your death, RiotGirl.
I too transformed, but not into the goddess of slaves and love, as I am not a slave. As I wrote this my eyes teared, for I do remember and mourn the loss of my friends, the other parts of my mind. At least you get to say goodbye and farewell. My friends departed without us having a chance to say goodbye.
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of COURSE, i dont like dying and my brain decided that was a terrible ending to the dream. So before i actually die, the dream switches to us escaping and a massive man hunt. Then the alarm clock wakes me up.
Dying sucks in an excessive way. Trust me, I know. You are hunting that which threatens the RiotGirl part of your mind: your master. But when you find him, you, RiotGirl, will be lost for he wants you stripped away from his slave-girl. You are doomed, RiotGirl. This is the one battle that you cannot win. The only option to stay alive and to stay with your dearest girlfriend is to run away from your master, to choose unhappiness and the fight for survival in a hostile world without your master.
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i'm pretty miffed about being shot up in my dream. i'm also miffed about almost dying and feeling like i was going to die. its uncool.
It is uncool, RiotGirl. A friend of mine - Paul Harland; unfortunately murdered by his husband in 2003 - was a transformed homosexual slave. He wrote a terrific book - The hand that takes - that was published shortly before his murder - in which he describes how his small self liked to be dead. I recommend this book.
Your transformation is inevitable, RiotGirl. I will mourn your death for I do like and love you.
Your subconscious is very good at telling your conscious mind what is happening to it.
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