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superezekiel
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A few days ago I had some weird, haunting dreams. Most of them I've already forgotten, but one stood out to me over all the others. One about Gabe Newell.
I was in a mall, walking around and enjoying some time to myself when I noticed Gabe Newell was there. I saw him walking up to somebody and asking them a question. The person looked confused (thinking it was just some random obese man asking him a question) and then Gabe proceeded to, with a smile on his face, smell the mans shirt.
He took a large whiff, too. This wasn't some pansy sniff to see if the milks gone bad, no Gabe was taking it all in. In the dream, this didn't confuse me. I kind of giggled to myself because the man was so afraid looking and Gabe was just walking around by himself in a nice, slightly unbuttoned polo, asking random people if he could smell them with a smile on his face.
But I wasn't confused by it at all, because apparently it was common knowledge in the gaming community that Gabe had set a goal for himself to become extensively knowledgeable on all smells and how they can affect a persons experience of something, specifically games, so that he could begin to work them into his games. So to me, I was just happy that I found Gabe Newell in person and was able to witness his public hunting for smells.
After each smell, Gabe would point at the person, identify many aspects of the smell and make guesses as to what the smell determined ("You have a cat!" "You ate something with mustard" "You like to go fishing.") and every time the person would smile and say he was right and he'd get a big smile on his face and kind of laugh and tell them to have a nice day.
Well I get on an elevator to go to a higher floor of the mall and Gabe steps on it with me. I stay quiet most of the ride not knowing what to say and he doesn't say a thing to me at all. As the door opens up, he steps out and I suddenly say "Gabe Newell? Hi, I'm a huge fan and just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done." and I reach out and begin shaking his hand.
Gabe looks stunned and terrified. This mixture of passive observation and unrelenting panic. He stares at me with his eyes open normally, but with a fire behind them that makes them appear as large as the sun. His hand, rough and leathery, bobs up and down as we shake hands in what was seemingly slow motion, his piercing gaze leaving me with no options and zero clue as how to repent for what I've done.
And then it happens. He grabs my shirt and pulls it right to his face. He begins sniffing with such a force the elevator lightly vibrates in tandem with the air flow. I hear every bristle of his nostril hairs soak in what I can only imagine is my very essence being absorbed into Gabe Newell's body, making it his own. For 3 to 5 long, intense minutes, he lets go of me.
He steps back a bit, thinks for a second, then points at me with an eye closing smile and says "You like to golf!"
We both laugh a bit and then I say "Yes! Haha yes I do like to golf." Gabe laughs a little, wishes me a good day and then walks off into the food court as the doors close in front of me, and the elevator lightly jerks upward to the next floor.
My last thought in the dream? "I've never golfed once in my life."
TL;DR - I don't.. just. Come on. Just read it.
So I guess my question is, can pills fix this or should I find a nice, comfortable bridge to jump off of somewhere?
I was in a mall, walking around and enjoying some time to myself when I noticed Gabe Newell was there. I saw him walking up to somebody and asking them a question. The person looked confused (thinking it was just some random obese man asking him a question) and then Gabe proceeded to, with a smile on his face, smell the mans shirt.
He took a large whiff, too. This wasn't some pansy sniff to see if the milks gone bad, no Gabe was taking it all in. In the dream, this didn't confuse me. I kind of giggled to myself because the man was so afraid looking and Gabe was just walking around by himself in a nice, slightly unbuttoned polo, asking random people if he could smell them with a smile on his face.
But I wasn't confused by it at all, because apparently it was common knowledge in the gaming community that Gabe had set a goal for himself to become extensively knowledgeable on all smells and how they can affect a persons experience of something, specifically games, so that he could begin to work them into his games. So to me, I was just happy that I found Gabe Newell in person and was able to witness his public hunting for smells.
After each smell, Gabe would point at the person, identify many aspects of the smell and make guesses as to what the smell determined ("You have a cat!" "You ate something with mustard" "You like to go fishing.") and every time the person would smile and say he was right and he'd get a big smile on his face and kind of laugh and tell them to have a nice day.
Well I get on an elevator to go to a higher floor of the mall and Gabe steps on it with me. I stay quiet most of the ride not knowing what to say and he doesn't say a thing to me at all. As the door opens up, he steps out and I suddenly say "Gabe Newell? Hi, I'm a huge fan and just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done." and I reach out and begin shaking his hand.
Gabe looks stunned and terrified. This mixture of passive observation and unrelenting panic. He stares at me with his eyes open normally, but with a fire behind them that makes them appear as large as the sun. His hand, rough and leathery, bobs up and down as we shake hands in what was seemingly slow motion, his piercing gaze leaving me with no options and zero clue as how to repent for what I've done.
And then it happens. He grabs my shirt and pulls it right to his face. He begins sniffing with such a force the elevator lightly vibrates in tandem with the air flow. I hear every bristle of his nostril hairs soak in what I can only imagine is my very essence being absorbed into Gabe Newell's body, making it his own. For 3 to 5 long, intense minutes, he lets go of me.
He steps back a bit, thinks for a second, then points at me with an eye closing smile and says "You like to golf!"
We both laugh a bit and then I say "Yes! Haha yes I do like to golf." Gabe laughs a little, wishes me a good day and then walks off into the food court as the doors close in front of me, and the elevator lightly jerks upward to the next floor.
My last thought in the dream? "I've never golfed once in my life."
TL;DR - I don't.. just. Come on. Just read it.
So I guess my question is, can pills fix this or should I find a nice, comfortable bridge to jump off of somewhere?
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Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
Like gay porn
And frolicking with puppies in a sunny cloudless day
And then some more gay porn
And then I finish the night with a good wholesome family-friendly non-disturbing dream full of gay porn
Steam
Tycho has either a zip up sweater for sleeping in
or onesie foot pajamas modeled after his sweater
I love that he has the onesies on in the first two panels, but he's in his regular clothes in the Gabe dream, it's a nice detail.
LIAR!
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I confuse you and RMED all the time
I can never remember which one is gay
keep his face
I think I had one a few nights ago where I was desperately trying to get somewhere but couldn't? That's all I've got.
Keep it up.
I mean, obvious signals that you are dreaming go unnoticed
Like, Ed Norton coming over to your house with some beers just to chill for a while
Dream-people go, "Oh OK hey Ed"
Did I decide to have a crazy three-way with Kate Beckinsale and Lena Headey?
Nope
I played Bioshock before it came out while having some of my favorite cake
So are the ones when you are on the xmen.
And than every one dressed down to white lingerie and an orgy started.
I woke up before I could join...
Zonugal, if you were in a German Scheisse video
You'd
You'd tell me right?
How many of the X-Men are you on?
What is Wolverine like in bed?
Is he... the best at what he does?
Dude, I'd never stop telling anyone about it.
five years later and we have TOR
Coran Attack!
The White Queen is the best. And let's just say Wolverine is compensating for something.
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.