The dream times; respective to further events

So, it's becoming blatantly obvious that people, including myself, can't drive. You see, bad traffic is all based on slow reaction time and people following too closely. I have a theory that if drivers allowed traffic to slow down 10 or so miles per hour (probably closer to the speed limit) and allowed big gaps in the cars ahead of them, they wouldn't need to slam on their brakes at stop lights, thus forcing the person behind to slam on their brakes, and so on and so forth. Another thing that many drivers do, and, depressingly, I myself do on occasion, is look at accidents and strange occurrences (such as stacked cows) on the side of the road. But even as I write this pile of crap, I can't help but realize that that has no significance to your life right now. On the other hand (jerk!), gazing at accidents on the side of the road kill millions upon millions of ponies each year, the very fabric upon which this economy thrives. Therefore, the more one values his life, the greater this pile of crap applies to his respective mother figure.

For those of you looking for a quick laugh, I suspect this thread has left you wanting. Nonetheless, I do think it had a bunch of significance for newlyweds, because they would be stript of their fantasia when the honeymoon never arrives (caught up in post-mortem gazing). Noooo! Oh no! The tragedy befallen therein! I expect you feel the couple’s pain instead of reeling with bubblous laughter… jerk. On the contrary, we all need to stick together to create a pocket of bodily warmth when the cold piercing winds of the world try to strike us down. But on the other hand, that causes a strange and bizarre image in my mind so... let’s not go there, shall we? But, if we refuse to go that length, burnt ethanol will accomplish an hour's trip to the famed Liberty U (a waste of burnt ethanol). Let us commit the cardinal offense (hair) and die, because ALL THESE YEARS WE WERE TRYING TO MAKE AN IMAGE OF OURSELVES! And then, of course, superkitty finds a way through the laser-screened box around my ego and sticks its superlaceration spectraclaw into the gelatinous fine-lined bubble, and everything else in my life simply EXPLODES! I do believe too much coffee is bad for dorkiness. It motivates you to the point that the lack of it is a killer. Just like nicotine. God save my restless soul.

Dreams, my friend. dreams are either spawned of God or spawned of devils. Or so it seems. Last night, in my mind was painted a dark and gruesome world where Gestapo-like "law enforcers" made it their duty to blow up a family along with a pack of refugee aliens or monsters, which it was I can't remember. But I did remember this: that even through the heartbreak and the terror, life was indeed a thriller. We met up with a man who worked on the inside, you know was friend to the enemy but in secret helped to make a plan where we could flee to the mountains, and we met up by a natural park entrance, or convenience store. He pulled up in his shiny silver corvette and got out of the car and put it in drive, rolling it down the hill (apparently he was avoiding the law), and then when a police officer pulled up this man started talking to the officer, telling him something. Immediately saw a hoodlum looking individual running toward us and the officer's bullet brought him down, and I knew that my time had come. As I ran toward a trail that swooped down into a ditch-like impression, I myself was struck from behind, but I tried to keep running. The trail itself turned sinister as the first step I took halted because my legs were being grabbed by talons and claws that sprung from the ground. I somewhat caught my fall when the rest of my body became wrapped up in roots of a nearby tree. My body fell to the gound, but the ground yielded a bone-crushing resitance to my fall, and as my broken body subsided to the side of the trail the ground gave way and revealed a green montrous mouth filled with blood stains and teeth. Instead of devouring me, it spewed me out and my smoten mass hurdled through the air as bullets began to strike again. Finally, my body took one last turn toward the ground and I braced for impact, and it was like landing in a bed of feathers, but yet remained the harsh ground that I had known. But, in my dream, I wondered if this body was really mine or someone else's, if that was me that had been shot down or someone else had that fate.

As you can see, my fate was wrapped up in the fact that that man perhaps betrayed us. I never thought of that until now, so am doing a little interpreting. But I still think that in my dream I regarded him as a friend to the bitter end. I had sensed that the hoodlum character was aiming to strike me down as he ran towards me. And it was almost as if the bullets weren't real, but more as if I was trying to see what it would feel like. So perhaps this isn't a real prophecy, but is an inquisition on my part to see how I would handle the situation.

It is interesting what the scriptures have to say on future events. Prophecy, highly waved away as the premeditated deception of some highly-influencial individuals, may have more importance in our lives than we may think. This has stepped on the atheist's toes. Now let me step on the Christian's toes. I haven't studied the Revelations thoroughly, but I lean to believe that the Tribulation may come before the Rapture. Hence the verses that Jesus spoke saying ,"Those who endure to the end will be saved," and so on. I don't believe the Rapture is mentioned in Revelations, and it doesn't really make sense that God would take away the opportunity for people to receive salvation during the Tribulation. I don't intend to write offensively, but would appreciate your thoughts on this issue, which is why I am opening this up to your posted comments.

And here, my friend, I shall drop the pen and close the case, figuratively speaking of course, and go tickle a monkey, as I enjoy a boiling concoction of chicken pot pie soup. Fare bye!

The Don out.

Thanks for pointing out the grammatical errors, jerk.
(by the way, this forum in no way intends to discriminate or hate against flapjacks.)