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Post by GaladrielOlden on Nov 24, 2003 16:13:22 GMT -5
Haha... XD Nothing.  I'm interested in it, just don't believe in it.  And anyway, come on, convince me.  -Menelien |
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Post by Ophelia on Nov 25, 2003 14:01:07 GMT -5
Oah giddy aunt of mine - if you would even have a clue about my belives ...  This is one that you will never become to belive (no doubt) but here goes : there stands a theory that there are 9 dimentions . So 9 worlds - some in future , some in the past and ofcourse present . And the people of the future may send a telepathic messages to themselves in the past . In one word - mumbo jumbo ;D But if to be more simple - 6th sence . OPH |
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Post by Dragoneyes on Dec 27, 2003 12:45:38 GMT -5
It wasn't a forseeing dream (at least, I hope it wasn't) but it was so weird and disturbing (and this section is so unused) that I thought I might tell you all.
It started outside Moria where a group of orcs had captured Frodo and Sam and out of the whole fellowship, I was the one who had to get them back. It was set up very much like a computer game, especially the way it reset every time something went wrong. I soon found out the rest of the fellowship started helping when either Frodo or Sam was hurt, so I thought that if I hurt them, I'd get help early on without actually fighting any orcs. Unfortunately I tried that and cut Sam's head off, so I had to start again. In the end we made it by hacking our way through.
Now we were inside Moria, it was full of orcs and also was the interior of my house. So we began hacking at the orcs (I had a fine axe) but they were so hard to kill! It took at least three good whacks at their necks before their heads came off and add to that they were stabbing at you all the time, the only reason I stayed alive was because it was my dream.
Then they sent these walking female orcs heads that spouted adverts for hardware stores and things (by this time my radio had turned on) and they would not die! Everytime something stabbed at me I got that weird feeling that I was preparing for pain, but it never came because I was dreaming it. I lost track of the rest of the fellowship and woke up.
The weirdest thing was that there wasn't a drop of blood in sight.
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Post by Elentari on Dec 27, 2003 16:28:28 GMT -5
Also not a foreseeing dream, but still fairly cool...
I was with the hobbits as they destroyed the ring... It was more like a video game really, as in you walk onto this bit representing Mt doom and the ring gets destroyed. The witch kind was there, and a protected the hobbits by fighting him. I was about to punch him when the ring was destroyed. He disapeared and i punched thin air.
However!... For some reason the dream went back to the beginning of arriving at mt doom. Basically the same thing happened, escept there were two wraiths, and they cornered us. I fought the witch king again, but the ring wasn't destroyed at the same moment as before, so when I went to punch the witch king, I actally punched him and broke my index finger. Then the ring was destroyed and he disapeared.
That's actually my first LotR dream that I can remember.
Maybe we should start up a thread for LotR dreams...?
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Post by Ophelia on Dec 30, 2003 12:21:20 GMT -5
Well we surtainly must do so then , do we not ?
The M ;D D (Ophe)
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Post by Istawen Aeros on May 26, 2004 21:29:45 GMT -5
Closed, thus moving.
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And anyway, come on, convince me. 
