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My dream featured my ex, Jonina, at a mall or school setting. I was accompanied by Joey, my girlfriend's brother, and an unidentified man. Jonina kissed me, but then another man kissed her neck. A fight broke out between Joey and the other man, ending with Joey's death by stabbing. The other man also suffered injuries but survived. The dream felt heavy with symbolic meaning, particularly concerning past relationships and potential threats.

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rien à foutre

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Imagine you see two houses built out of Lego blocks. From the outside, they look **exactly the same**—same shape, same size, same colors. You can't tell them apart just by looking at them.

But then, you decide to take them apart.

As you disassemble them, you notice something surprising: **the two houses are made of completely different Lego pieces**.

One house might use big, chunky blocks, while the other is built from tiny, intricate pieces.

Even though the final houses looked identical, the way they were put together is totally different.

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“and that’s how i saved the world”— Jesus

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Betrayal

Sarah thought she loved Mark. He was everything she’d ever wanted, kind, funny, and genuinely cared for her. But then came the business trip, the lonely nights, the impulsive decision with a stranger.

Regret was immediate, followed by a chilling fear when the test results came back. Panic seized her.

She couldn't tell Mark, couldn't bear the thought of his rejection, his disgust. So, she devised a plan, a secret, insidious treatment hidden within his daily protein shakes.

She watched him drink them, a knot of guilt and a strange sense of twisted justification tightening in her stomach. Mark never suspected a thing. Sarah’s secret remained buried, a festering wound beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect relationship.

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Dystopian Wifi

“What is your wifi password here?” I asked, after I bought a cup of coffee sourced from a coffee shop called 'le cafe sans frontiere', the service crew guy named Miguel very mexican and reminded me a lot of the windmills from Miguel De Cervantes novel but wait this is a french inspired coffee shop? Oh well, so this Miguel looked after each bean like he was counting coins from a recently opened piggy bank.

“We don’t have wifi,” the barista Miguel said.

“What’s the point of this place existing?” I asked. “People just come here to drink coffee?”

“Yes,” he said, without any sarcasm in his voice.

“Cool,” I said. “I’ll just sit here and drink my coffee.”

I sat in front of the barista and drank my coffee. When I was done, I shouted “Touché!” and slammed my cup on the tile floor. It shattered, but only into two pieces. I was annoyed.

“Man, you’ve gotta clean that up,” the barista said.

"Why would I do that?", I said.

He frowned and disgusted.

“This coffeeshop doesn’t have wifi. That’s like a strip club not having a stripper pole, or a parking lot not having a Karen lady trying to save a spot even if their vehicle isn't there or worst case

a Mcdonald's not having a homeless man masturbating in the bathroom"

“Since when do all Mcdonald's have homeless men masturbating in the bathroom?”

“I don’t know, it happened once when I was in Germany.”

“Let me get you another cup of coffee,” he said. “This one’s on the house. It’ll give you another 10 minutes to sit there with your coffee and yourself.”

“IS THIS HELL?” I shouted in the baristas face, his horns just then becoming visible.

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From a Shinto perspective, dreams are often seen as messages from the spirit world, where kami (spirits or deities) or the souls of ancestors may attempt to communicate with the living. Your dream could reflect an interaction between your subconscious and the spirit of your grandfather, possibly conveying unresolved matters or emotions between you.

The knife wound on his stomach might symbolize a form of spiritual imbalance or unresolved pain in his journey to the afterlife. In Shintoism, honoring ancestors and ensuring their spirits are at peace is important. The presence of the coffin may signify a reminder of his transition and your connection to him, while your feelings of being creeped out suggest lingering emotions or unresolved ties that are surfacing.

The juxtaposition of life (your girlfriend showering) and death (your grandfather’s coffin) reflects the Shinto belief in the interconnectedness of life and death, a cycle that continues harmoniously when balance is maintained. It could be a reminder for you to reconcile those lingering emotions to restore peace in your life and, symbolically, for your grandfather’s spirit.

You might consider offering a small ritual or prayer at his grave or a shrine, thanking him for his guidance and expressing any emotions you didn’t get a chance to share. This could help both you and his spirit find harmony, a central concept in Shinto.

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Turkish Airlines

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STORY TIME 1

Airport

Just a few days back, I was at the airport, and I couldn't help but notice this stunning lady who strutted like she was on a catwalk. She was dressed to the nines and exuded confidence. I thought, "Wow, she's hot!" Then, she reached into her bag and pulled out a comb, and, surprise, her hair came off – turns out she was wearing a wig!

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J'ai fait un rêve étrange. J'étais au lycée et je faisais la queue pour aller aux toilettes.

Les gens faisaient la queue, mais je devais faire la deuxième queue, alors j'ai décidé de vérifier les autres toilettes.

J'en ai trouv�� une autre, mais c'était celle des femmes.

Cela n'avait pas d'importance, alors je suis entrée et au lieu de voir des cabines, il y avait une rangée de toilettes alignées.

Damn I missed home.

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The flickering fluorescent lights of the strip mall cast long, eerie shadows as Barry trudged home from his soul-crushing data entry job. He just wanted to veg out with a lukewarm pizza and Netflix, but the world had other plans.

A cacophony of shouts and laughter erupted from a gaggle of kids playing street hockey. Barry sighed. Kids these days, always causing a ruckus. He sidestepped a rogue hockey stick and winced as a particularly enthusiastic slap shot whizzed past his ear.

Then, he saw it. A small, cherubic face contorted in concentration, a finger expertly navigating the nasal passages. And then, the inevitable. A perfectly formed booger, launched with the precision of a seasoned Olympian, arced through the air.

Barry braced himself for the impact. It landed with a sickening splat on the concrete, right in front of his bewildered gaze.

And then, the unexpected happened. A bewildered chicken, seemingly oblivious to the chaos of the street game, was crossing the road. It paused, tilted its head, and then, with a curious glint in its beady eyes, proceeded to peck at the offending mucus.

Barry stared, aghast. Was this...funny? Disgusting? A cosmic joke? The chicken, seemingly oblivious to the social implications of its snack, happily gobbled down the booger.

Barry, speechless, continued his journey home, the image of the booger-munching chicken forever seared into his memory. He decided to skip the pizza. He'd stick to dry toast.

Disclaimer:

This is a fictional story and should not be taken as an endorsement of any particular dietary choices.

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Finalement, Vladimir a quitté la maison.