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**sasquatch999** · 12-02-2007, 09:21 PM

I honestly am not knowledgable enough to be able to accurately interpret your stories. The most I can say is um...did the house look familiar? have you ever seen it before. if you got a bad feeling..and you happen to see this house in real life, then stay away from it. Or maybe, next time you see it (and you have control of your body), go into it. But be careful! About the blonde chic on the highway--that's just bizarre. Nevertheless, it must have some meaning. Have you ever seen the girl before? What was she wearing, or doing, what were her facial expressions, that's only if you remember all of that. Maybe you'll meet some beautiful, blonde chick on the highway. Hopefully there won't be any tragic situation that will result in you "running into" (haha) some blonde girl on the highway. lol I don't what I'm saying...but that's my input and my questions.

About that first dream with the white cathedral and the men in white robes. I found that very comical because the 2 old guys start laughing at you, you notice that you're naked too, and then you laugh. Now, normally, I would think that the average person would freak out and hide themselves, but no!, lol, you laugh with them. I found it very funny. lol.

Well then, that's all.

-Brian

The house, I can remember as if it was yesterday, the memory of the girl has faded a bit. I can remember her hair being long, and she was beautifull. I thought about something that you said about "meeting a beautifull blonde on the highway." I did, she had short blond hair though, she was a hitch hiker. She told me that she used to have long hair when she was younger, she told me of things that happened to her when she was young, and I dont want to repeat them, because of children that might see my post. She showed me scars where she had been tortured. Someone even used a hot curling iron on her. I fell deeply in love with her, and I wanted to help her so badly, but she wouldnt let me help her. She did try to stay with me for a while. I treated her like a queen, but she wasnt happy, and in the end she wanted to be dropped off in another town. that poor girl didnt have a chance from the day she was born, she was a tortured soul. I still love her. Im a songwriter and guitarist, so I did what I do, and I wrote a song for her....
I met her in a truck stop one night, she was looking pretty and trying to hitch a ride when smiled at me. When she asked I couldnt tell her no, with one look in her eyes she has a grasp on my soul. I could see her pain.
she'd been battered, bruised, and broken by men, now she hitch hikes the highway to make her suffering end, just searching for some peace, but only finding abuse. She calls herself the fallen angel, because all of her life shes' lived in hell, but she'll always be a precious angel to me.
Just sitting and talking that night, she told me things that would make you break down and cry, she shared her pain. I saw the scars where she'd been tortured before, and I swore to myself, that it wont happen no more, but she went away.
She'd been battered, bruised, and broken by men, now she hitch hikes the highway to make her suffering end, just searching for some peace, but only finding abuse. She calls herself the fallen angel, because all of her life shes' lived in hell, but she'll always be a precious angel to me.

12-02-2007, 09:21 PM	#3
sasquatch999 Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 337 Senior Member	I honestly am not knowledgable enough to be able to accurately interpret your stories. The most I can say is um...did the house look familiar? have you ever seen it before. if you got a bad feeling..and you happen to see this house in real life, then stay away from it. Or maybe, next time you see it (and you have control of your body), go into it. But be careful! About the blonde chic on the highway--that's just bizarre. Nevertheless, it must have some meaning. Have you ever seen the girl before? What was she wearing, or doing, what were her facial expressions, that's only if you remember all of that. Maybe you'll meet some beautiful, blonde chick on the highway. Hopefully there won't be any tragic situation that will result in you "running into" (haha) some blonde girl on the highway. lol I don't what I'm saying...but that's my input and my questions. About that first dream with the white cathedral and the men in white robes. I found that very comical because the 2 old guys start laughing at you, you notice that you're naked too, and then you laugh. Now, normally, I would think that the average person would freak out and hide themselves, but no!, lol, you laugh with them. I found it very funny. lol. Well then, that's all. -Brian The house, I can remember as if it was yesterday, the memory of the girl has faded a bit. I can remember her hair being long, and she was beautifull. I thought about something that you said about "meeting a beautifull blonde on the highway." I did, she had short blond hair though, she was a hitch hiker. She told me that she used to have long hair when she was younger, she told me of things that happened to her when she was young, and I dont want to repeat them, because of children that might see my post. She showed me scars where she had been tortured. Someone even used a hot curling iron on her. I fell deeply in love with her, and I wanted to help her so badly, but she wouldnt let me help her. She did try to stay with me for a while. I treated her like a queen, but she wasnt happy, and in the end she wanted to be dropped off in another town. that poor girl didnt have a chance from the day she was born, she was a tortured soul. I still love her. Im a songwriter and guitarist, so I did what I do, and I wrote a song for her.... I met her in a truck stop one night, she was looking pretty and trying to hitch a ride when smiled at me. When she asked I couldnt tell her no, with one look in her eyes she has a grasp on my soul. I could see her pain. she'd been battered, bruised, and broken by men, now she hitch hikes the highway to make her suffering end, just searching for some peace, but only finding abuse. She calls herself the fallen angel, because all of her life shes' lived in hell, but she'll always be a precious angel to me. Just sitting and talking that night, she told me things that would make you break down and cry, she shared her pain. I saw the scars where she'd been tortured before, and I swore to myself, that it wont happen no more, but she went away. She'd been battered, bruised, and broken by men, now she hitch hikes the highway to make her suffering end, just searching for some peace, but only finding abuse. She calls herself the fallen angel, because all of her life shes' lived in hell, but she'll always be a precious angel to me.
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