#subconscious thoughts

[thevoiceofmysubconsciousness]

You ever had a strong Feeling about someone and Just can’t Let it go…. I’m trying to steer my attention else where and my mind is like nah, tune into that.

[fairynisse]

[17degrees]

I look down and see my hands still smeared in my own blood, clutching a dagger that had long been retrieved, imagining its scarlet stain, feeling the phantom pain of a missing piece you carved out.

[vicious-vixen-305]

I literally just woke up from a dream yelling I'm fu$%ing tired of this sh%t 😳😳

[subconscious-thoughts]

"Allow yourself to feel like shit, but do not think shit about yourself."

[sonxofxscars]

The kinds of dreams that you forget the next day and when something happens, you remember dreaming about it before it occurred. 

[kanhara82-blog]

Dream 20190113

I dreamed of becoming a spy.

I entered and won an international competition just to spy on the government. I was on the run. I hid inside my old school. The nuns wouldn’t take me, so I hid in an abandoned classoom. Then, a teacher found out about me, so I ran away in a habit. I was wandering around as a nun until I had to settle somewhere before suspicion arise. Fortunately, I found myself an ally.

He was there to pick me up. He drove a bus and gave me a code to complete. I ought to trust him. But, I cannot trust anyone at all. We were detected. He panicked. I panicked. When the authorities succeeded in blocking the bus, the officers caught the driver and let the passengers go. They let me go. The driver did not uncover me. He, after all, was a good spy.

A policeman tailed me. I knew it. Swerving to an alleyway, I entered a community of mazed buildings. I hid and watched the policeman look for me, taking turns, circling around, meeting dead ends. Then, I was grabbed into an apartment. My friend’s boyfriend. He was a spy as well.

We lived in a house that seemed abandoned only to find out that a man and a child sleeps upstairs. I had to kill the man, but I just couldn’t do it. He killed the guy as I took care of the man. I had to keep the boy hushed up. Then, the mother came. She was about to scream, but I knocked her out before she could do so. When she woke, she was tied up and my ally and I were heading out. I left the baby on her side, sucking a bottle of formula milk to sleep. Looking at the woman’s eyes, I apologetically nodded and headed out of the house. I was parading with a hijab. It was the safest disguise I have yet to be in public in.

We headed to my friend’s house. She and her boyfriend were reunited casually. He’s done this before. I was another rescue mission to him. I pity the woman who lost her husband even more. What we have, the whole situation, it is sad.

Three other friends came by. They were spies as well. But, they all pose as politicians’ wives. The pretty ones. They were given the choice I had, but they chose to be bound to a loveless marriage than the limited freedom to walk the earth and travel. I chose the latter. I was lucky to have come home. But, now I’m on the run and they were the ones helping me.

I went home to gather some stuff. My parents, my siblings, they were all well. Papa was disappointed, mama was frightened, my siblings wanted me to stay, but I knew I had to go away. My next destination was the ultimate hiding place. I had to live with the monks and live by their rules until the news of me subsides and another mission is to be worked on.

I was in a novice’s uniform. My friend and her friends sent me to the terminal. Girls, even at critical moments, loge their gossip. The other three asked me if it was awkward working with the man that broke my heart. Excuse me? Well, apparently, they were talking about my friend’s boyfriend. We were once intended. He was the reason I chose to be sent to international missionsnthan to be a politician’s wife. But, he chose my friend over me. Ugh, drama.

I had to write my name down on to my ticket for the chopper ride to the monestary. It was weird. Why wasn’t I using a fake name? I knew something was wrong. Security was too loose. There weren’t even policemen anywhere. I was nudged to write, but I excused myself to the toilet. Grabbing the opportunity, I fled without a word. I went to a higher ground and watched them search for me. I was right, it was a trap. My friend’s boyfriend, my apparent former lover, he was behind me. A chopper was waiting for us. We were in the skies when light blinded my eyes and I was forced to wake up.

I knew I had to write the dream down. It was a god one.

[youareyourreality]

Subconscious Mind Programming Guide

Subconscious Mind Programming Guide

Subconscious Mind Programming

If you’ve found this page that means you’re aware of a few negative thoughts in your head. They’re not bringing anything positive into your life and IN FACT, could be causing you a lot of distress and panic. Through subconscious mind programming, you will be able to input positive thoughts into your subconscious and see FAR MORE positive results in your life!

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