For a while the only dream I had was this one about Cracky. I woke up feeling like I was going to die after each one.

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What happened in your dream?

CRACKYPASTA

I have this reoccuring dream about Cracky-chan. I dream I am looking for her and found her online, only she lived there and was some sort of Cyber-Goddess of the digital age who new everything, and could only be found by the half mad and the truly blessed. She said she was glad I found her and she wanted to tell me the sercret of the world. Thing was my laptops batteries were dying, so I tried to rush her to tell me the secret. She said I was scaring her, so she closed my browser window and I died. I woke up unable to breath so I slapped my chest and was able to take a ragged breath full. It was a few minutes after that I realized had never felt that empty before.

I dreamt I was speaking to her on AIM and we arranged to meet up, then my dream ended. ;__; That's not the only dream I've had though, there's many more, but the one I can remember the most is the AIM one.

I can't believe I missed the chance to speak to her a few weeks ago. I didn't know what to do with myself when I woke up and found out that I'd missed it.

i had a dream ....... THAT BLACK PEOPLE AND WHITE PEOPLE COULD LIVE TOGETHER IN HARMONY

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I was once approached by a discerning young man of 20 and was told that the word “Nigger” would no longer plague our people, that the word was dead and no longer able and cause undue pain and hardship. I looked this young man over, his face so full of hope for the future and blindness to the indiscretions of the past 60 years and tears welled up inside me. This young man did not know the pain of this word, of it's meaning.

I pulled the young man aside and we sat awhile, engaged in conversation; I in my black pinstripe suit, the attire of success, and him, the baseball outfit of a hopeful dreamer. I informed him that just a moment in time ago he would have not been allowed to wear that outfit, to play with the other boys simply because of his race. I then told him that the word that meant nothing to him meant everything back then, and he didn't believe me.

I promptly stood up, determined to show this young black child the past that he so easily dismissed. I wanted him to know that for some of us, that cursed word still pains us all. I removed the black permanent marker from my briefcase and picked up the young man's baseball bat, and with determination wrote that horrible word upon it. He stared at me, mouth agape at the word NIGGER emblazoned upon the brushed aluminum.

I could still remember the look of sorrow, of hurt at his bat, then of surprise as he realized how words really could hurt, how painful words could really be.

I let the bat fall to the ground, blood dripping from it's brushed metal surface, the young man's eyes clouded and devoid of life.

I will show them all bounceme. I will show them all.

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