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I really should stop eating right before I go to bed. I think I have crazy dreams as a result. Last night had a few different dreams, but the scariest one was when a doctor told me I had thyroid cancer. He said that he wanted to start radiation treatment right away. I said I wanted a second opinion. Later on I busted out into tears when I told my family what the doctor said. They were all in shock. It was very imprinting though, I woke up still confused if I had actually been told by a doctor if I had thyroid cancer.
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Posted by sixf00t4 on Friday, August 22, 2008 @ 12:27:18 EDT (89 reads)
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So I had a dream last night where I rode my guitar case all the way from pittsburgh to my mom's house. The case had 4 wheels on the bottom of it and it stool vertically, and I sat where the handle would be. I was just kicking off the ground for momentum. The dream really lasted all the way home as I remember riding along 79, down through scenery hill, stopped at the national city in richeyville, and then to my mom's house. Everyone was so impressed that I did it, and I demonstrated how easy it was to just kick off the ground and coast for a bit. It worked out to 3 hours to get all the way from pittsburgh, which is what I said in the dream, but now I'm realizing that would mean I was doing ~20 mph on a guitar case...that's pretty fast.
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Posted by sixf00t4 on Saturday, May 03, 2008 @ 22:08:51 EDT (405 reads)
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Beauty school drop out, go back to high school
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Seriously, what's the deal with dreams of me being back in highschool? Sometimes I feel like I never graduated and I am back in classes trying to finish up. Sometimes it really is like 8 years ago and I'm talking with everyone like it's normal to be in highschool. Last night, it was some sort of present day prom thing. So weird. How long does this go on?? I would certainly like to think my dreams will grow up and get a job or something. I don't consider high school the best time of my life, and it certainly wasn't the worst either, so I have no idea why it happens so much. Maybe because I didn't do much in college so my dreams never made the transition...
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Posted by sixf00t4 on Thursday, March 20, 2008 @ 11:03:47 EDT (542 reads)
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another visit to the land of the dead
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wow. I think i see a trend going on here. i woke up at almost 4:15am from this dream. I had gone to bed about 4 am last night and slept until 5:30, and went to bed around 1am. I'll have to start recording the times and such of these dreams. I'm going to leave out a few details to keep the authenticity of the dream; ie there were a few people in the dream that shouldn't have been, but they weren't family and they were distracting from the plot. for reference sake though, I punched andrew bonnell in the face for giving me his AOL screenname so that I could contact him when i woke up. but wow, i just realized something...I'll come back to this after i tell the dream...
So deirdre and I are driving around in a truck of sorts, and we drive by a store called SEKI and they only sell pepsi products. not important at all, but I'm leaving it in there because it's weird. anyway, we were talking, she gets out, next thing i know is i'm in the estate driveway facing the road in a tractor pulling a cart, I loop to the right in the yard and come back around to drive behind the house and i look to the right where there is a lone pine tree and Dante is tied to it barking. I park the tractor and run over to pet him and play around with him. Someone else comes over, a young guy, I recognize him, but now that i woke up i can't remember who he is. But seeing him and dante confirmed to me that this was a dream, and I am visiting the dead. I said, "so this is really afterlife i'm visiting, isn't it?" and he just looked like he wasn't allowed to confirm that to me. Then I let Dante off the chain and walk inside the house with him up to the top left bedroom where there is a large bed in it's normal spot and serah and J'aime are there. This is where we're talking with some guy and we get on the conversation of being able to talk to everyone there when I wake up. He says that he has AOL IM and that if I sent him a message, he'd respond. And so I'm l said, "well, i need to know your screenname" and i was feeling stressed to get this information before I woke up. And he said something like "oh well, you just message me and you'll be good" and when he said that, I knew he was lying to me about having messenger at all. this is where he is now andrew bonnell and i punch him in the face and yell at him for not being legit with me on an important topic and wasting my time. j'aime and serah cool things down and we talk a little more about how this place is the afterlife. We know that my dad is outside working on something.
Then I realize with nervous excitement, "Guys, this means that Barney (my grandfather) is probably out in the barn...do you want to go see him??" J'aime seemed more excited than serah, but we decide we'll go. So we are walking downstairs talking about what he'll be like and I start to get blurry vision, like i'm about to wake up, but i consciously force myself back to sleep. When we turn the corner into the dining room, dante had followed us, and I note to serah how great it is to see dante. I can actuall feel him. I said how firm he feels and how short his hair is, just as I remember him. I don't know how to express how real this dream is besides that. we are going to walk out the addition door, and when we get in the addition, it's been worked on. There's a lot of work to be done, but all the walls are finished and there's a stairway down to the basement. I can see through it that there's a light on downstairs, and I get the feeling that someone is down there...but I don't find out...I fear that it was (grandmother's mother? aunt? i forget), who hung herself in the basement. Anyway, it's obvious that my dad had been working on the place. We go out on the deck and can see my dad over in the park working. I ask Serah and J'aime if they want to spend anytime with him. J'aime just looks at Serah as if it's up to her and Serah says that she'd rather not. So we walk down and I yell for my dad, thinking that he should introduce us, but Serah shows resistance, so I yell back nevermind. It's funny how common place it seems that we're there. Anyway, I step into the barn, and I am definitely a little scared as to what I'll find, the lights are all on, the pocket door to the main area is shut and i loudly say, "Hello?" Then I hear some feet on the gravel outside, and I turn and catch a glimpse of him before he turns quickly away out of shock and says, "Oh my goodness, Josh?!" as if he's embarrassed. He turns back around, big smile on his face, and kind of chuckles out of disbelief that we're there. He looks a lot like the pictures of him being old, grey hair and kinda fat. He's sweating and dirty like he's been working, has a white baseball hat on that he takes off to meet us and he's wearing some reddish over alls. So we just start talking about how he looks alot like i thought he would, and how i always thought he looked so much different in pictures of him old vs him young. My dad comes over as we talk by the stone wall infront of the barn. Then, my dad's friend Bruce shows up there too, and we're talking as if he knows about visiting here all the time too. Then i mention to Barney about how it seems that all hall men die around their 50s, and that uncle kenny and I were trying to remember how everyone had died. He told me as far back as his grandfather that all died around then. I don't remember the reasons why. I then asked him if there were any women, and he said there was one, and he goes to get like a genealogy book, but I never get to see it before I wake up.
So, the thing i just realized...I had just emailed serah today asking if she had any memories of caleb being normal, because I do not. I wonder if i'm unable to dream about caleb being normal because I don't have those visions in my head, so i replace him with other people that are around his age, like the guy outside with dante and andrew bonnell. Then i remember from the movie "What dreams may come" that cuba gooding Jr was a doctor in robin william's life, but he's really his son. And I'll admit, that I have thought of andrew bonnell as a relationship i'd have with caleb. Not that andrew and I even talk, but just that he's around the same age and we get along pretty well. With that, it's an easier fit that Caleb is in these dreams too, and I did have the sense that he was always there, but as i reflect back, i can't remember him being there.
I have such an urge to email serah and J'aime and see what they dreamed about last night, but I'm a little more rational than to think they had the same dream. Wouldn't that be messed up?
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It's present time, and me and my sisters are over at the estate doing random work inside the barn. Keren's boyfriend, Robbie, is there as well. He and I are loading some bags of garbage into the back of the my truck. Keren and my mom are around too, and we're talking about me forgetting to get Keren a present (Keren's birthday was friday, and I didnt get her anything) but while we we're talking, I said that no one told me who I had for grab bag, and I just assumed it was Keren, but that is why I didnt get a present for anyone, as if it were christmas. We're on the side of the barn where the pool used to be, but just enough infront of it, that if I turn around, I can see over to the park. I do just that, but as I do, everything goes black and white. I'm confused at first, but everything is so silent, everyone else seems to have disappeared for a moment. I keep turning clockwise and there's a large healthy tree where the pool used to be, still in black and white, but there's a large section of the leaves on the tree that are bright red and orange. So bright, so rich, it's almost as if someone threw a bucket of red and orange paint into the tree, but the two colors are blended in so well to eachother. I start to walk around the house, and I here music. Not off in the distance, but everywhere, all around me, a turbulent classical peice, violent violins, booming drums, and a piano in the style of Rachmoninov. It's very intimidating and commanding. As I come to the front steps, there are small flowers all around the steps, painted in the same thick, chaotic red and orange pattern as the tree, while everything else remains in black and white. All the way in the front yard now, I look down the road to the left, where the trees form a sort of tunnel over the road, and I see Michael Galis, Robbie's younger brother, in full color, but almost too much color, as if his color is was painted onto him. Bright blue jeans, and a black shirt with a patterned stripe about 3 inches wide on either side of the chest running from the shoulders to the waist. He's got a semblance of a smile, but it's what he's doing that causes me to slowly back away from him as he comes towards me. His hands are playing the piano to the piano in the music. No piano, just his hands, so accurately and purposefully striking the air with every angry note of the piano music. I keep walking backwards, struck dumb and just staring at him, watching him play, and I start to really get emersed in the music, and I get the sense of some impending presence, not so much doom, but just that "something" is coming. My mom is on the deck on the side of the house, and the right side of her face is showing color, but only reds and oranges. I'm standing there in the driveway for a good 5 minutes, listening to the music and waiting, waiting for something to come down the road, or something to happen, but nothing ever does. I just look around and see these touches of color in this black and white world and I'm amazed at it. Then, the music stops, I turn quickly, I think I let out an audible "whoa", and everything is back in color and I'm standing in the driveway next to the barn with Serah, Keren, Robbie, and J'aime. I start telling them about what had just happened, I'm a bit shaky after the experience, and Serah gets mad at me for sharing it with them, and Keren starts to cry telling me it was just too much, and I feel bad for sharing it. A car drives by and I jump; my nerves are shot. I think that they don't believe me, or they easily discredit my crazy dreams as nothing more than dreams. Not that I was looking for them to take some prophetic meaning to it, but they couldn't see the dream as something beautiful, as I did, and do.
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this is the most lucid dream i've had in a long time. So i'm taking the bus somewhere. The bus actually varies a few times from a 15 passenger van, to a charter bus, but this is a minor detail. The seat layout was consistently like a 15 passenger van, bench seats, isle way on the side. The drive was a big old guy, maybe 60, and those old style glasses with the double bar across the nose. There's a large fellow in the row behind me, and a black guy talking on his cell phone on the bench infront of me, and then the driver. We're cruising a long for a while, making stops, people getting off and such, and we get on this divided highway. he pulls off the highway into this parking lot for a building, when i know the route calls for us to go a little further and then loop back. He looks the mirror and asks the three of us left on the bus if any of us want to get off at that last stop, because he's running a little late and just wants to turn around in the parking lot, cut across the median, and head back on the highway so he can get back on track time-wise. The cell phone guy ignores him, and the guy in the back just sits there too, so the bus driver turns around and looks at me and asks me if it's ok. I tell him that I don't mind.
So, do the loop in the parking lot, cross the 2 lanes of left coming traffic fine, off-road it a little bit on the grass median strip, which seems to be really wide. We're going at a good speed, he starts turning to the left, so that he can keep accelerating as we merge, and just before we can reach the road, we go over a large hill, and on the otherside of that hill...nothing. This was a bridge section of the highway, and he had just driven us right off the cliff. I had been looking out the front window this whole time and can still see the image of coming over that hill, and realizing that there was no ground on the other end, and seeing the bridges on either side. The bus driver was shocked. He calmly turned around and said, "Crash. We're going to crash, I'm sorry. Best to hold on to something so you don't flip around." So i laid down on my back across the bench, left arm holding the lip of the bench, and right arm tucked between the back and seat holding on for dear life. I started to pray. I started to think "wow, so this is how it ends." I started to think about how my mom would react. I swear we fell for a good 30 seconds. My eyes were closed the whole time; body stiff as a board, trying to prepare myself for the hardest impact i'd ever feel in my life.
And that sense is the last thing i felt or heard. Until i started coming to. A female EMT, short brown hair, in her 40s is reaching towards me to put an oxygen mask on me. I start to struggle a little, wanting to get up and show her that I'm fine, I'm disoriented, I try to give her a thumbs up but my nerves can't do it convincingly. She tells me to calm down for a while, just sit tight. she pushes against my upper lip and i scream in painful agony, it feels like my whole face is swollen. She pushes on the bottom of the chest, where the rib cage stops, and again i scream in pain. she comes back up to my face and pushes, and it's fine now for some reason, i'm a little relaxed at that, then she pushes again on my chest and i scream for her to stop, i think about my snowboarding accident, and it's the same pain. I fear that i separated my sternum from my ribcage again. I start to cry from the pain and tell her i have a history of chest pain and to stop pushing on it. She tells me that my blood pressure is high and that she needs to find out why. I tell her it's because i'm scared she's going to kill me by pushing on my chest, which is totally true. She does an "oh" look, and stops. they get me on a stretcher and get me in the back of an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I don't think the bus driver made it, but i saw the big guy behind me on a stretcher too. on the ride there, I'm telling the EMT lady exactly what happened. I remember that I always felt that my back was falling towards the ground, so it seemed that the bus didnt twist around at all, just straight down on it's wheels. I was thinking about how much time i'd get off work, but i couldnt remember what day it was. I was thinking about how this would be on the news. I was thinking about if rachel's family would come and see me in the hospital. I was laughing at how i survived. I had no idea how far we fell, but i know it was far.
and i woke up on my back, with hands on my chest, in the same position as i was in the ambulance. Actually, i really did transition out of the dream, like slowly things from inside the ambulance started to be replaced with things from my dark bedroom. It just faded away.
Moral of the story: Don't eat a reese's klondike right before bed OR never tell a bus driver to drive across a median.
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there's major construction on the road i take home from work. When i'm really tired, and i can tell it's going to be at least 90 minutes to get home based on where traffic is backed up, I'll pull into walmart parking lot and sleep. This is what I did today. Sometimes I sleep laying down across the bench of the truck, sometimes just reclining back in my chair, and today, I slept sitting as if i were driving, but laying over the middle console to my right.
In my dream, there was a lot going on before this moment. But this moment, is the only thing that is worth talking about. Really, it has nothing to do with the earlier parts of the dreams, the only thing in connection is the segway from what was going on previously. That is, me and Sandra Bullock are trying to get away from something or someone.
we're in a college building of sorts, we were running down a hallway of sorts and back into what seemed to be a lab room with high counters and wood cabinets. when we get in there, we seem to have evaded what was chasing us for a second, and I look up at the cabinet, and there's this notebook pinned up against it. On it, is really large sloppy writing, in what appears to be a child's hand writing. It says my name. There's something else on there, but I can't make it out. It's familiar. There was another mutual friend with us, and I look at him and I think it's his, and I say, "what is this? why do you have this?" and i'm getting the sense that he's kept this a secret from me, as if, this is something really important that I should have known about, or that he should have wanted to tell me about. Sandra Bullock looks at it now, and she's remembering a little bit about it now too. It's her writing. We start to remember it was written a few years ago, when we first met back in college. I ask her how old she is and she says 23, and I say I'm 24, and I said that I took a year off before going to college, and that this must have been from our freshmen year together in college. And that I start getting hit with this intense memory of a relationship that was so amazing with this girl that was so amazing in my freshmen year. For some reason, i remember having this great relationship, but no details at all about the girl. I'm starting to realize it's Sandra. She's having the same intense memories come back. She fumbles around on the counter for something to write with and she grabs an automatic pencil that's not writing well, she's starting to get frantic to write something down, as if she is going to forget what she's thinking forever if she doesn't write it down. I'm starting to get faint and light headed from the overwhelming rush of memories. I'm trying to stay focused and i find a sharpie on the counter, and i'm urgently trying to help her write it down and make sure she gets it all, and i'm saying over and over "use the sharpie", and she's leaning over, writing on the notepad on her knees rapidly, trying to get it all down, and i'm slowly losing consciousness. She starts yelling to me as she writes, "Wait Josh! Wait!, Hold on!" and i start to lean across her back, still mumbling something about making sure she writes it down using the sharpie, all this time the intense memories keep rushing.
Then, I wake up. But my eyes are still closed and i don't move at all. But i notice I'm breathing heavily. Short deep breaths. Then, I notice that i'm really crying. not just sniffling crying, but nostril flaring, deep crying. I pull myself together quickly. I slowly sit up right, and my left hand is partially numb. Which is weird, because the way i was laying, i'm not seeing how circulation was cut off to it. What the heck was that?
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haha, i'm still laughing at this one. Just woke up and this dream put me in a good mood. so for some reason, we're going to have a family get together at one of the new casinos out is philadelphia. Not just my immediate family, but aunts and uncles and such too. I have no idea what the occasion was, but for some reason, i was going to get there a day before everyone else and just hang out. So i'm in my hotel room, and i'm watching tv, and my uncle jay comes in. It's about 4am on what i believe to be the saturday morning, and i was expecting him, and just him to drive up by himself and arrive around this time. He goes to bed and he when he wakes up around 10 or so, my cousin adam has gotten there by that time, and the three of us decide to go out to the casino. It's not an overly nice place, curvy building, high ceilings, entire front is glass windows floor to ceiling and inside is more like an arcade than a casino. There are just some random game like things, with slot machine gameplay aspects to them. We play a few once or twice and keep walking around the place. We walk past a tall really dark black girl, hair pulled back, and wearing like one of those all black playboy bunny waitress outfits, with black pantyhose, it's not sexy or anything, just looks like one of those old fashioned waitresses. Anyway, there's a really small table in front of her with 3 chairs at it. She asks us if we want to see a magic trick and that it costs $5. Uncle Jay seems really enthused and sits down to play/watch the magic show. Adam and I are just going to stand and watch. So, she starts her spiel about asking people to pick a number on a playing card, remember that number and don't tell anyone. She asks adam to write his number down on a piece of paper and then give it back to her. so this whole time, i'm meticulously watching her, looking for her to pull out a playing card from her sleeve or make some weird movement or something, like i always do when i see magicians; to try and figure out the trick. By this time, two blonde ladies have come up to watch, on either side of me. So the magician lady is talking about the trick and i'm more focused on watching how she's shuffling this deck of cards, and when she stops she says, "ok, now it's Josh's turn." So I laugh, nice trick. I'm sure one of these ladies around me probably heard adam or Uncle Jay say my name and they just told her before the trick started. She asks me to look at this piece of paper that adam had written his number on, and with all the other numbers on it, tell me if my number is listed. So i open up the folded piece of paper and there's about 30 numbers spaced out in a square, some repeating numbers, and i'm scrolling through them and i find number 8. I always chose number 8. So i say, "yes." and give the paper back to her. Now she's looking and uncle jay, and she says, "now I told you to remember that number, because you'd need to use it later." then she looks back at me and says, "infact, we have something that Josh Hall can use later still" and she pauses enough for all of us to chuckle and yeah, i was a little impressed at this point. I'm trying to figure out how in the world she got that much info...Then she says, "Now, Uncle Jay, isn't there something that you thought he could use later?" And now i'm freaked out, how in the world?!? everyone's got smiles on their faces, from what i was assuming was the magic trick, and then uncle jay says, "yeah, right over there" and points behind me, back to where we had just come through, and there were about 5 or 6 tables set up, and my whole family was sitting at them. Aunts, uncles, mom, sisters, all of them dressed up and smiling. Uncle Jay says, "I figure you could use your family later on today, right?" So we all go over and i'm laughing and embarrassed and it's so funny. I tell him that was a nice prank, definitely had me. Everyone was in on it apparently and i had no clue what was going on, i was expecting everyone to show up later at night. I wish i could say there was an occasion for them to surprise me, but honestly i don't think there was, it was just a planned family get together at a casino...funny though. This is MY dream, and I'm able to surprise myself. I must keep secrets really well.
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good night for cool dreams last night. I dreamt that I was living in new york, and it's like 2010. I was going to london for a vacation, and my flight left late at night, and i got out of work early, like noon. So instead of going home and waiting around for my flight, I jumped on this tunnel/train thing. It had a name, but i forget what it was called. Basically, it was a train that went through the atlantic ocean and arrived in London in about an hour and a half. And it only cost like $20. The plan was to just hang out for a few hours there and then go back for my flight with all my stuff. So i got through and called my friend to meet me and i met up with other friends that were there.
now, the second part of the dream probably stems from reading about the philadelphia experiment. Apparently back in the 1940's, a big navy ship was teleported from philadelphia to virginia, and when it got there, crew were embedded into the hull of the ship and stuff. It's all about electronic camoflauge and stuff. So back to the dream, I dreamt that I was talking to a guy about me taking that train and how cool that was and how i never knew about it before. He then told me there was another way to travel, but I had to be sworn to secrecy. He was like a government guy, and said that i could never tell anyone about what I was going to see, atleast not for 9 years, because after that, it becomes declassified. So he takes me out with a few other people out in the middle of no where, and there's this big circular stage like thing about 30 feet in diameter. he tells me to lie on it. after a few seconds, I start to float around, next thing i know, I'm going down a slide in new york, like i got teleported there and landed on this slide to help my fall. I'm hoping that it was a dream...I don't want to break a promise to some government guy that knows how to teleport people...
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Posted by sixf00t4 on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 @ 14:05:00 EST (1459 reads)
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So, I've had lots of dreams where my dad is in them, sometimes he's fine and nothing ever happened, and sometimes he actually survived the surgery, but last night was one of the first dreams that I remember having where he wasn't actually there...sort of. I say sort of, because J'aime was talking to him on her cell phone, and i saw emails between her and him. My dad was giving J'aime a hard time over the cell phone, in his typical fashioin. We were all over at the estate in the dining room talking about what we are going to with the house and robbie and her girls were there too. after we were done, everyone left, and i was walking around turning off lights in the estate and my cell phone rang, and it was my dad's voice asking violently "WHERE'S J'AIME?"...so i guess you can kinda consider this a haunting/nightmare thing. It was all dark in the house and i'm walking around upstairs turning off lights and such, and in every room, i'm scared i'm going to open a door and he's going to be there. most of the house was empty, except my old room, it was just how i left it when i was a kid, instead of the piles of boxes it is currently. After Ieft the house, i headed over to my mom's with 2 cats from my dad's house. It was as if it was the first time we were closing up the estate. When i got to my moms, the 3 cats from my dad's were already there, but i remember thinking there were 5 now that i added the other 2, again.
next, i 'woke up' in my old room in the basement at my moms. It was something like 6:45 am in the dream, and for some reason it was the time we normally go to school...highschool. I went up stairs to where deirdre's, keren's, and serah's rooms were, and keren and deirdre were still sleeping and serah was in the bathroom. I was asking keren why everyone was still sleeping, we had to go to school. She just said they slept in. Serah came out of the bathroom, and went for the phone, which was off the hook, with J'aime apparently waiting on the other end. They starting talking, and Deirdre came out, and I started having this deja vu and telling her about remember serah picking up the phone and j'aime being on the other end, and waking up late for school. Then, I started realizing that I was repeating things that already happened, like bringing the cats over. And i'm telling deirdre this, and then i ask her when it was that i hit my head snowboarding, and she said 2 weeks ago. I was really freaked out.
The fact that i was repeating things in dreams didnt set well with me, and i woke up really freaked out and it was hard to shake that feeling. I want to say that it's progress i'm not seeing my dad alive in my dreams, but now he's haunting me, and the fact that the stuff at my mom's house took place with the assumption that we were all going to highschool, even serah, scares me. That was 6 years ago. So it's like my dreams are retro-progressive. I don't like that.
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Posted by sixf00t4 on Wednesday, January 25, 2006 @ 14:05:00 EST (1103 reads)
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