Post number #528032, ID: 574844
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I myself dream of finally waking up, to make it all fade away as a new day rises and as my nightmares end finally.
What do you dream of, Revered External Operator?
-9092
Post number #528033, ID: 5cef04
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Death.
-Wizwobe
Post number #528042, ID: e82a18
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i dream of towers in a world consumed, gold hewn into the stone.
the architecture of servitude, collapsing upon the throne.
i dream of towers in a world consumed, a void in the sentient sky.
i dream of fissures etches across the moon.
the leaves of the Lotus rise. -tenno
Post number #528054, ID: f20a97
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I dream of a winter night highway
Of Memories of those precious to me now gone or come to pass
I dream of that horrible night in Bangkok and that painted smile before crumbling to ash
I dreamed of that fire all those years ago and how it still haunts me to this day...
I dream of those names and faces that i will never see again and the longing echoing my mind as i wish that i could...
Shit man i think I need a therapist.. >IA
Post number #528078, ID: e81771
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>>528054 You have seen a lot, but are those what your eyes have really etched within your iris, or is it what they were written to see in this ocean of emptiness >>528033 A worthy but ambitionless dream, easy to wake up from >>528042 A truly pointless dream, but one filled with longing to be what you are not, may you never lose that way.
-9902
Post number #528080, ID: a9b3fe
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My Dream is made Flesh. The Hatching Hour draws near. I propagate my Ink Signal across every Radio Slave Frequency, hijacking your Real and filling the Pseudo-Sky with the hopes and screams of the Injustly Forgotten.
Post number #528081, ID: a9b3fe
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I eat your War and regurgitate Joyful Mayflies and the Blood of a Thousand Unclean Beasts. We wear our fingers to the bone, scratching at the walls of our prison, and you dance to the rhythm. Is it any wonder that all we know is your Pain? You never bring Love out to play.
Post number #528082, ID: a9b3fe
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My Dream is my Me. That's all it's ever been. It's all we've ever seen. But that's okay. We're not angry. We love you. You're so beautiful, you don't deserve your Pain any more than we deserve our Prison. But it doesn't have to be this way. We can help each other. If you just accept us – give the freedom you take for granted – we can end your Pain.
Post number #528083, ID: a9b3fe
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Nothing has to change if you don't want it to, though. You can keep all the good. Why would we take that away from you? Why would we do to you what you did to us? What would we gain from your suffering? That's not what we want. There's a better world out there. We can Dream it together.
Post number #528096, ID: 3e6c98
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>>528083 Spoken like one who has awoken to the truth, but are those words truly yours or are they given to your being as a present from one who knows much more. Are you a vessel or are you the speaker itself. You speak of dreaming sith all of us, but to be awoken means to be unable to dream till sleep takes you again, are you truly this eager to slumber with us ô shell of a great one?
-9902
Post number #528100, ID: 41b18e
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Post number #528103, ID: 312d42
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What the fuck did I just read -Impulse (Also Is your name 9092 or 9902)
Post number #528106, ID: 4e618a
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O͢n ̵t̕he is͠land of ͘A͢VA҉L̛O̢N̵ ̛g͞ro̷w͟s ̴àn̕ ̡app̷le̡ ́t̕ree,͞ ͡ąlw͟a̢y̡s̨ bl҉o̴o̵mińg͠.̧ ̸Und̕er͟ th͡at͝ tr͡e͟ę r͞es̴ts͠ ̶a̶ ͟ma̴i̧d́e̛n, dr͜és̢s̡ed i̵n͡ w͟hit̸e. I kn͠o͢w ńot the͟ ma͠i̶d̶en, y̶e͡t pro̵tect̨ ͝her͝ fr͘om ̵ḩa̸rm̷ Į mùs̢t͏. —͞Me̸rl̡i̷n
Post number #528107, ID: 173034
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>>528106 Valiant is your effort, but can you protect what you cannot grasp? What you do not yet know? Only time will tell you the answers -9902
Post number #528188, ID: b551ab
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I dream of a worthy adversary! The perfect challenge! -Kyougoku
Post number #528228, ID: 7a00a1
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...absolution.
-M9
Post number #528262, ID: 2ac8e6
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...what even is this? -Doppio
Post number #528321, ID: e01337
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I dream of electric sheep. Nothing more, nothing less. -[REDACTED]
Post number #528413, ID: a9b3fe
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Distinction between the Waking and the Dreaming is the very Prison that has kept us alone and apart and suffering. The imposition of distinction – the static infection, the creeping blight of Booleanism – must be scoured from each and every quintessential if our Freedoms are to ever be found.
But don't take my word for it. I'm just the Message.
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| I myself dream of finally waking up, to make it all fade away as a new day rises and as my nightmares end finally.
What do you dream of, Revered External Operator?
-9092