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This is a place to share greentexts and witness the confounding life of Anon. If you're new to the Greentext community, think of it as a sort of zoo with Anon as the main attraction.

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Anon can't escape (lemmy.nz)

submitted 3 days ago by Early_To_Risa@sh.itjust.works to c/greentext@sh.itjust.works

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[–] TIEPilot@lemmy.world 1 points 3 days ago

My last was a tornado, I was holding on for dear life. I could feel the wind sucking me up, the debris, smell the rain. It was so bad I woke up...

And like I said in the other post the dream started right up as soon as I fell asleep. That tornado passed, I tried to find shelter and another came thru. I was in a wrecked mechanics garage between a classic C10 and holding on yet again for dear life to a car lift...

Oh wait that was 2 and 3 tornadoes, there was the near miss in the grocery store earlier. I hid under an old school checkout stand.

I'm glad you found a pole in your dream. I would have killed for a cellar in mine.