I had a dream where I was the Beyblade World Champion. I was a llama.

It seems that I only have my weirdest dreams when I drink too much caffeine. When that happens they are usually filled with complete randomness. One dream of mine had dinosaurs, The London Bridge, shooting zombies and mutant animals with rocket launchers, beyblade, the state of Georgia, a farmer's market, and a man hunt all in one...

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Just a couple of days ago, I had a dream where i was at a bey tournament and when i advanced to the finals, dolgi interuppted and instead of beyblading to see who gets first place, it's the first person to beat up dolgi lol

My friend's username is Quetz and we both have 'dream friends'. In our dreams there is a BeyBlading world with stadiums like in the show and we make up special moves! But then Kai-V appears and chases us away as a lawnmower but we usually go 'ping' and, 'there's no lawnmower anymore'!

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Everyday is a performance. The audience, is the world.

My my I have some strange programming glitch in my brain after graduating, that is guaranteed 100% fact guys.

Oh! No surprise really, school related.

"Whatever happens first, happens because it was likely planned that way."

I obviously had perused the idea of a job for quite a while now but knowing I'm shaking the ashes of High School burnout off still. The pressure was creeping up and down my spine repetitively.

Anyway I was being taken to school by my mother, and on the way she tells me that "even though you are a graduate, you can still do academic work if you want to- but you don't even have to finish it. You can get up and leave the building at any time". This felt so real, I mean the first red flag of this being a dream was her telling me I could step outside of school ground and go on foot to anywhere I wanted to. This is definitely not a characteristic of her otherwise fiercely protective attitude towards me against other students in school. So the day goes on and I (nonchalantly) head to a class without knowing where, why and how in the hell could I make sense of doing voluntary academic "work" did not make this seem any less real. Clearly the reason behind such action cannot thrive on logic itself, this wasn't a teachers assistant event by the way. So this assignment was provided by a math teacher I HAVE NOT EVEN BEEN A STUDENT OF FOR TWO YEARS. Add to that no directions were given. We all had to have notebook paper. No mechanical pencils and no books (the fourth or so red flag that this wasn't real) were allowed. I thought it was exam day already, when asked, was told 'yes' in an obviously strange polite tone. After being passed out the papers I was already like "Screw this man, those pencils are carp. We need mechanical ones. Nobody works hard to make quality traditional pencils anymore."
But that was thought instead of said out loud. Another nonchalant action was storming outside of class and well what happened next managed to make less sense. What was supposed to be a preconceived idea of the schools facelift ended up being more of a prison-like sensation to a human being's psyche. The Hallways were wider than they should be, shorter in height than they should be, and the doors wider than necessary. Haha hurr this is a kids cartoon type of mind-freak right? Get this. It is part two of a dream involving the school building warped out I had last year.

I just had a dream I was in Minecraft fighting off Endermen (LOOK IT UP) and suddenly my friend Vulcan Blaze came in with Rock Giraffe and I had Meteo L-drago. I woke up then

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I hate playing on Peaceful. Makes me feel like a wimp.

guys, it's just underwear relax

It is not any new information that Australian price setting is absolutely ridiculous and completely asinine, and that it has literally nothing to do with the exchange rate.

Back on topic, folks.

LOL

YES

I typed about four sentences but backspaced them all because I don't know what to say to your nonsense anymore. So:

Ugh.

Why do you keep picking on everyone?

Seems like I'm the one being picked on by Michael.

IT'S CUTE

It looks way cooler in person. Well, they both do.

Okay.

Just don't misspell my favourite word again

I did not misspell kengareoo.

Personally, when I hear "let it rip", I automatically think of flatulating.

Yes, the World Beyblade Organization allows real Beyblading

B2D160?

Is no gonna answer my question?

Just wondering, is the LED sight any good? Like, does it help at all? Because I have a hard time aiming...

Not really. Use it to blind your opponent, like Kei does.

im too lazy to post.

Everytime I read "Shabalabadoo", my brain processes it as "Scoobydoobeedoo".

This is a true fact btw.

lol I think everyone does. Th!nk has shortened his name to Scooby Snacks.

Shortened?

Hey guys, my beyblade recently broke and I'm having a hard time getting
over it. We won many battles and never gave up. But Midnight Striker would want
me to move on. My new Bey is Midnight Virgo. I am still using the fusion wheel, spin track and performance tip. Just the facebolt broke. If you wanna battle let me know. I love blading and hope you guys too!


R.I.P Midnight Striker

Does mybb allow a user's thread to be edited by someone else by their permission? It will be trouble, for example, we hosted a tournament, a lot of people joined, and their not online, they will miss a few registrations.

No.

You're a... cat?

Call it Steve.

That's ridiculous. Kai-V cannot be a robot, shes Canadian. Canadians ride polar bears, drink maple syrup and walk their pet beavers. Daegor42, Kei and Kai-V are all neighbors; they live in modest sized igloos.

Take out the word speculation and you get the value of that post.

Solution: Use any track but ED145, because ED145 is bad.

oh noes guyz i can type

Ryuga can eat my hearts out no me gusta Ryuga nada...

My friend's found a Flame Sagittario C145 S, with crayon all over it and a claw missing from C145.

must be Kenta's he like's crayons, and Poisen Serpent broke his claws...

You would put all of that on a placard ?

i quit beyblade screw this carp

Well it isn't going to be a small propulsion jet now is it

I have received my death

...

It's a plastic model. You really don't want me to answer that question. rofl

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Food tastes good.

Rapidity = stupidity

By the way, this is my first tournament so go easy on me.

no problem brahh

"You all want to see stealth battlers"?
Hm...

Basalt = Rock
Rock = Throw it, and it hits hard
Hammer = Throw it, and it hits hard
simple!

Everytime I read "Shabalabadoo", my brain processes it as "Scoobydoobeedoo".

This is a true fact btw.

lol I think everyone does. Th!nk has shortened his name to Scooby Snacks.

Shortened?

If I am not mistaken, it means that when one passes, each individual they pass goes "ahh".

Bey-Capult ClayAries85S vs MF-H DiabloBullGB145RDF on this see-saw stadium.

Dream come true...

I take terrible pictures of myself.
When I smile I look goofy.
When I just look at the camera, it looks like I'm about to rip your soul out.
It's a lose/lose situation.

@Shabalabadidityderpaloooooooooo
HOW
WHAT
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PHOTO OF ME?!
NO ONE WAS EVER SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT...
>>
*runs away forever*

Clark Kent is a nerd.

I'm Batman.

Has Kai-V ever shown her face?

No, never. She tends to sleep in self-made holes. She relocates every week or so, hanging around wi-fi cafes with large hats and a mask. She lives off of tops of used ice-cream lids and rather obese street cats. Check National Geographic daily for her whereabouts.
What exactly do you mean though?

YEAHHHH BIG BANG

If you need a banner for your website, call me in.

We'll shine the batman symbol for you.

Dude, here in Australia normal starters are like 15$ and boosters for about 8$.

Australia is a fraud.

The same way we encorporate giant glowing animals coming out of our tops into real life.

Is Kei ever actually to be afraid of?

Oh yes. You should.
Be fortunate you don't live here, under that meek and gentle persona lies a horrible monster. Very horrible. I cannot even describe it, no human could. Imagine the fiery pits of Hell Kerbecs' special move, LDrago's menacing power and then that thing Haku (Inuyasha) turns into. Nothing can douse the anger and raw power which at one point, Kei's dwindling willpower will be forced to unleashed. I expect all of Canada to be engulfed in EMP when Kei's true form is finally released. That is the day the world cannot save itself. That day. The monster shall be awakened and mankind is most definitely doomed. No octopus or even a Kai-V would stop him.

Don't you ever talk about it again.










Ever.

So, the Japanese saw it too. It is 230WD. I have very good visual memory, I still remember Valentin's father's credit card number.

Yeah, guns really care if you can break a board with your pinky or whatever.

You do kung-fu at a real armed robber and you're the dead guy being pulled out of your house on the six o'clock news with the subtitle "Unfortunate Youth Does a Dumb Thing".

Torch Gil M145Q. I've never lost with it.

Personally, I prefer, "3-2-1 HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE MY NEW CHAINSAW AND HOCKEY MASK!!!!!"

RYUGA WITH A SHOTGUN

I NEVER EAT WITH UTENSILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡

You see, in the equation E=mc2, the main component is the E=some variant of C2, which is Lightspeed multiplied upon itself. This means that energy is equal to lightspeed. Also, you must take into account the M part, which is mass. Due to these two existing in the same equation to determine energy spent, you must assume the original Lightspeed to be infinity, due to the impossibility to reach it by c2. As a result, it forces E to equal infinity also if one were to reach lightspeed. Of course, it also means that Mass would be infinity also. This is impossible, as infinity is not a number, it is a concept. If infinite mass is reached outside of light and black holes, the matter's opposite, called anti-matter, would have no choice but to have negative mass, which would mean NEGATIVE INFINITY! This results in both ceasing to exist, as that would require a fixed position in time-space, which is impossible, due to the expansion of the Universe. This is part of the idea that all things are positioned in relative space to the observer, which is why my version of "A long way" is different than yours. Seeing as the observer would then be in a fixed position with light in this case, they would both cease to exist, leaving the anti-matter behind. This is impossible. Of course, this is a theory, so it's not proven 100% truth. Yet. Right now, it's accepted as truth by most scientific figures.

I had a dream that i was in an american bey tournament and i was making a combo Basalt Bull BD145 RF but i couldn't find the face bolt and i was in the final and had to drop out that was the only bey i had

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CREDIT GOES TO dAD FOR THIS AWESOME SIG

i had a dream where i was beybattling after i jump from a plane in an air battle the down side was i woke up

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Credit goes to xlr8 & soul_ for awsome sig.

My friend's username is Quetz and we both have 'dream friends'. In our dreams there is a BeyBlading world with stadiums like in the show and we make up special moves! But then Kai-V appears and chases us away as a lawnmower but we usually go 'ping' and, 'there's no lawnmower anymore'!

So im not the only one being chased by kai-v XD

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My dream is to be in someone's lol Quotes in their sig

I put Hell Kerbecs in a Toasted-sandwich maker and then I ate some of it, then more of Hell Chipped off.

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Dancing Rayquaza...will never get old :3

I had this dream where I've been posting stuff to BBG's wall about beyblade, and one of my friends posted on BBG's wall too saying: I'm going to get a new beyblade in 1 week. Later, he joins the WBO, and when he went to a tournament, I just woke up. I've been trying to not tell him about the WBO. I guess I learned a lesson "be careful what you post online".

I had this dream earlier today that I was IRL Minecraft.
Except it had peopel I know in it and people were regular, but everything was MCish And it was in some weird country where it was really cold and foggy, and something bad was about to happen in this small settlement where I lived. It was a pretty awesome dream even though it was like the beginning of a horror movie.

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How do I still have 17th most posts here...?

I've had psychotic dreams where they inspired me to write this ominous freelance.

The law of normal

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A bored homeless man stands on top of a manhole cover the same manhole cover surrounded by the concrete making up the ground of the cul-de-sac circling him.

Reciting the following paradox:

"Anything that happens first, happens because it was likely planned that way"

Planned are the ants desperately crawling and climbing upon the grains of which comprise the cement, the same cement making up the foundation of the ground surrounding the bored homeless man standing on the manhole cover. The same manhole cover that ages in rust like iron always does.

Planned are the semi-translucent properties of each and every grain comprising the cement foundation. The same foundation made from the semi-translucent-grained cement which makes up the floor in the center of the cul-de-sac, the same cul-de-sac surrounding the one man standing out in the middle all alone without anything to do or people to know. The same man who stands numb on top of the rusted manhole cover.

The same manhole cover, iron and softened by the rust from the oxygen we live in. The same Oxygen the desperate ants are sacrificing to climb up the grainy cement curbs.

Planned is the angle of which the sun's rays are positioned, the rays are the 180-degree beams of heat lighting the grass and toiling ants. The grass stands tall with a glazing dew atop their sharp canopies. The sun caresses the grass, the same sun which beams down on the cement, the same cement with an implied translucence within their grain. The same grain that makes up the same concrete bedding on the SAME GROUND which surrounds the bored man. The exact person at the prime of poverty stares bored yet oblivious in the distance. An unforgiving haze surrounds his head- no less his brain.

His mind circles around what is normal, and what is planned. Whatever comes first happens for whoever intended the transpiration.

Intentionally, the ants curl their bodies to the twitch of their antennas, the same antennas made to communicate within the colony. The same colony which desperately climbs the steep curb made of the subtle grains. The same grains which make up the cement, the cement used for foundation. The same foundation being circled by the grassy cul-de-sac, circling the manhole cover. The same manhole cover an impoverished man stands atop of, which is beaten down with heat likewise the cement. The same heat made by the sun in diagonal rays across the grass. The dew on top of the grass. The boredom and catatonia of a homeless man dressed in raggedy gray cloth.

Planned are the bricks and their harmonious pattern. The pattern determined by the architects construction. The same construction that has developed the cul-de-sac which surrounds the bored housebroken individual decked in gray rags. If the man ever lived here, he would've left everything. Manhole cover, ants, heatwaves, radiation- radiation.

Planned. The radiation which beams down crudely atop the roofs and everything else. Everything else being ants, children now coming out to play. The shudders in every window, window of the houses around. Houses surrounding the streets made of a static environment of semi-translucent concrete made gold by the suns rays, rays which complement the dew on the grass, their canopies glistening in the prime of heat. The grass ants desire, their respective colonies abundant in effort to survive.

Planned are the garbage bags rotting on the curb while maggots propagate inside the very middle of their smooth plastic enclosures. The same garbage bag which is sloughing to the side as those always would. On top of the grass and curb connected to the circular pattern of houses. The homes circling the circular circularity of the very 360 Degree Cul-De-Sac welcoming a bored oblivious bum.

Planned are the ambiguous winds coming from the east, barely from any other direction. Directions which only one is stared distantly into, blowing hair of anyone at east outside world. If East meant anything, they would've left everything behind.

Planned are the power lines moving according to how the wind blows, the same wind gathering from the East and destroying the pedestrians neatly combed hairs. The same hair which was used to describe these local natives- that've left everything otherwise. Something the homeless man contemplated if he ever had a life here. Nobody taxes the loitering folks at all.

Planned are the squirrels staring within their catatonic stillness halfway up the trunk of a tree. The same tree complimented by a mixture of light and shade, subtle with simplicity. A couple of relatively young pigeons sit atop the canopy twitching their heads and singling the repetitive chirps. The same chirps that compliment the morning.

Planned are the termites undetectable rage which lasts one second, then poof! They're all gone! The same rage that brews within the Eastern breeze of the outside world. Outside where the young folk engage in their daily shenanigans. The shenanigans of course come first thing... Remember kids, whatever happens first...

Planned is the metallic taste of the air only detectable by blind people and animals. Contributed by the sun and organic/inorganic elements. Elements being metal, or just noble gasses. Either way these are the same conjunction of materials that have been used to kill the termites that had planned their attack shortly before being killed at flash-point. If we could be killed at such a record, the entire state would've been abandoned at will.

Planned are the Robin eggs sitting in the nest atop the branches and twigs of the tree just east of its town. The same eggs that had been sitting there for 36 hours. Thirty-Six being a popular number for some reason. The same thirty-six hours where a night owl flees back to safety (more like "safety") of his woods. Either the East scared him or whatever speculation will seed from an unmarked narrative.

well i had a weird one, pretty cool if you ask me, but still strange.

I was just doing some normal beyblade dsigns, when I found a pen on the table in front of me. I pick it up and use it to draw my beys, and then the drawing shines in gold light and it flashes, and the beyblade appears on top of the blank piece of paper. I draw my favourite design and it becomes real. I launch it and suddenly a white beyblade and stadium materialise in the floor. my beyblade smashes against the other and it shatters. more white beys appear and it does this in a cycle. then my bey just turns into sand and blows away, and so do I...

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Nightmare, at least for me:

It's was kinda long, but not many things happened. I was in school during a Zombie invasion/outbreak. I can remember the loudspeakers constantly repeating, "All classes under Seniors report to the gym,". So, I guess the Seniors were fighting off the horde. I woke up after the Zombies started banging on the Gym doors very loudly, and making a ruckus. It took me a good 15 minutes to go back to sleep because I was terrified. Yeah, I don't like zombies

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Nightmare, at least for me:

It's was kinda long, but not many things happened. I was in school during a Zombie invasion/outbreak. I can remember the loudspeakers constantly repeating, "All classes under Seniors report to the gym,". So, I guess the Seniors were fighting off the horde. I woke up after the Zombies started banging on the Gym doors very loudly, and making a ruckus. It took me a good 15 minutes to go back to sleep because I was terrified. Yeah, I don't like zombies

Lol, I'd like to have a interesting dream for once. I never have any cool dreams, there all just blank thoughts.

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well the worst one for me noodoo was probably this:

It was midnight and I started to hear voices in my head, going on and on about going beserk. suddenly my hair colour changed to white and markings also white formed on my face. my pupils turned into the shapes of spirals. my clothes changed from being my pyjamas to being a white cloak and black boots with dark trousers. I got up out of bed, and did a naruto sign, the one where you hold one hand in the other with 2 fingers pointing up. suddenly I arrived outside a house. I crouched down on a lightpost. A man walked out of it and I realised it was an old man, but a memory in my mind was assanitation of an emperor. suddenly I swipe my hand out infront of my face. a couple of needles flew into the mans neck and he fell to the ground. I jumped down and landed next to him. then a single drop of blood fell to the ground and I woke up.

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well the worst one for me noodoo was probably this:

It was midnight and I started to hear voices in my head, going on and on about going beserk. suddenly my hair colour changed to white and markings also white formed on my face. my pupils turned into the shapes of spirals. my clothes changed from being my pyjamas to being a white cloak and black boots with dark trousers. I got up out of bed, and did a naruto sign, the one where you hold one hand in the other with 2 fingers pointing up. suddenly I arrived outside a house. I crouched down on a lightpost. A man walked out of it and I realised it was an old man, but a memory in my mind was assanitation of an emperor. suddenly I swipe my hand out infront of my face. a couple of needles flew into the mans neck and he fell to the ground. I jumped down and landed next to him. then a single drop of blood fell to the ground and I woke up.

Nice did you pull of an all-nighter to finish assassin's creed?

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"Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?"

nope was watching some naruto and draw my own character which in my dream I turned into.

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I had the weirdest dream last night.

First, in my dream I woke up to something that shook everything, was loud, and sounded like an earthquake.

So after it was done, I went to go look outside. I see optimus prime and megatron fighting on my street and the road is all destroyed from them. Then I see this cameraman and I wonder why the heck there's filming on my street and I had no idea. So I asked these people in a truck. Then all of a sudden megatron attacked the truck. Now is the part i don't remember most of: (and the last part may even be wrong, who knows). All of a sudden I was in disneyland. What the?

Then.

I was suddenly logged on to here. This part I vividly remember. There was like, 20 new administrators on here, and I was a banned member. I be shocked.

Then I woke up.

I was at a harbor, and I had an acutal variares that had the special move and everything vs... *dream goes black and I wake up*... carp!

ill tell ya all i've had some really weird dreams one related to bb when i was 7 i had a dream i was trapped in a bump king plastic blade and was being destroyed by dragoon ms uv driger ms dranzer Gaia Dragoon and draciel all ms's what happened after i dnt know not related:an endless falling dream that had that strange wolf or whatever that chases the road runner was holding up a sign that says "i have been falling for 4 weeks how about you" and when instead of the falling never ending i hit the floor and bounced like a ball and into the rock wall at the top

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Hue.

So I had this dream that I was hosting a Beyblade tournament in my house. We had quite a number of people and Kei showed up. I was like "Kei, this is New York. wtf are you doing here?" and so he tells me "I didn't leave yet" like he was on vacation or something. He didn't even tell me before hand! Anyway, I try to figure out the brackets, but then I realize there is something very wrong. I had no idea how many kids were there. So I look up and notice I can't see. I touch my face where my eyes should be and they were gone. I ask Kei to tell me how many people there are and he tells me there are over 40. I was like boy, this house can't hold 40 without people making a mess. Even if I'm blind, I can still here them.

Because I couldn't get the brackets done in time, everyone decided to leave and Kei never got to battle in NY.

Lol.

Well, i dreamed That i was in a lake full of blood, and a big mecha appeared. I got a gun in my hand, and shot bullets at it. After a few fights, i got ripped apart.

Nightmare's still bugging me

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I had this weird dream where I was being chased by a killer or something and I always jump down a whole flight of stairs but when I landed my legs crumpled and I can't move, after which I wake up