I was working at a store, almost running people over with a forklift, being kind of dumb. Then I was on a building and some dude was cuddling up on me big time. I was like, "this feels pretty gay". Then we heard the call and everyone packed their bags and run to catch up with the commanding officer. Idk I couldn't operate well and the gay dude, now in full military clothes was like, "hurry up man". I bust through the door without shoes on and it was like a warehouse recruiting office for the Marines. They told me to wait in the other room until I'm called. They called my name, "astigmatism", then I remembered as I walked in again, "ah fuck that's right, I already was denied entry to the military, this recommendation doesn't matter". But I went in anyway, still struggling with my pack. The recruiter chick was pretty hot. Piercing hazel/brown eyes, dark hair, light skin. She seemed like the kind of chick that you would have no problem with being just coworkers (some more masculine features, marine girl - probably a sloot), but still could get in your space and do whatever she wanted with you and it would be hard to protest. We were chatting and in my head I was thinking about how I could make a positive change in the world. But then I was like, "ahh wait I'd have to fight for the huge mess of the US' interests. This world is so fucked up though, I could just pretend it's different and kill people and God probably wouldn't care". I was imagining getting sent over seas into the destroyed cities, like entering an arena at the Olympics, foreign nations displaying their most advanced weaponry.

Something dropped that would buff my damage and it was like commentary about how when Jesus gets a buff it's more scary than when quick anon gets the damage buff.
Or something like that.
Then a game of thrones dream

My mom called my name and said, "anon, there's pizza chunks all over my closet and bathroom". Remembering my over drinking, I got up and said, "sorry mom I messed up again" and started crying. She asked, "are you feeling better now?". And I was about to explain how I definitely don't need to puke but I'm not sure how many syllables left my mouth before the dream ended.

It was a slightly different reality, but Trump was playing a space game with the youth and the memes were fresh. I said, "this country has been damaged severely since 2016 and for no good reason". Then it was like an AI generated movie of being inside a box shaped temple with a blue demon appearing. I'm not 100% sure human sacrifice was going on. But it was suggestive of such.
>Note: I say box shaped temple cause at times it was like there was a clear box around me that perhaps, well I'm not sure how to describe it.
As I write this, I'm doubting if this was actually a dream, and maybe my imagination was firing off. But I definitely remember the scenes I am describing, the only reason I'm doubting it because it's a bit too "this is what I'm talking about", and is susceptible to my conscious brain taking over. But really this is all nonsensical, because it definitely falls in place of being a dream, and if there was any conscious tomfoolery, it was when the temple scene replayed and I opened the double doors to see the shadows

I started petting my dog's head and I noticed a couple things. He wasn't a dog at all. He looked kinda like E.T. but with pink skin, thick eyebrows, and an attempt at a human hairstyle (but a bad one tbh).
I said, "he's such a s...silly guy" as I pet his head. His appearance startled me but I stayed polite. I said, "It looks like we both could use haircuts" and he reclined back in the seat and closed his eyes in the sun

>details are a bit fuzzy and events might be arranged incorrectly
A family lived on a ranch.
And the shooting was good.
The living was good.
Until it was not.
A nearby rancher led his bulls by, and the family's bull kept jumping the fence to join his.
It was as if the whole ranch would be trampled.
At some point in the dream I recognized that the events were described in music.
As I pondered this, the voice on the radio repeated, "I'm Satan, I'm Satan, I'm Satan".

A guy in a truck bumped into a house, and the guy in the house asked, "you bump into someone?". The guy in the truck started sarcastically yelling (implying that of course houses can't drive). Then the house drove away.

I visited the family and I began to cry to myself, so I hurried to take a shower to hide my shame before meeting them.

The Malcolm in the middle kids were running some scam, pretending that they were digging for treasure, but instead were, I'm not really sure. Then one of them (he may not be one of the kids) went, "oh wait. I left the campfire going over at (...). I started the wild fire. Oops! Well, it's time to go!"

At some point in the dream I started praying for forgiveness for how I am at festivals.

For a second I was in a boxing ring and I kept advancing while my opponent retreated. I imagined doing some theatrical flashy knockout punch.
I was back on the road and the radio was talking about the fight. One guy delivered, "an absolute weezer of a punch" (whatever that means). He lowered down, glanced away, then sprang up to deliver a shot to the chin.
Then there was a storyline about me or the fighter getting airdropped help, but it wasn't like David and Goliath, cause they didn't send a small pouch of rocks.

>For a second, the opponent was definitely biden's son, but there was no indication it was biden's son except for the thought just coming to my head

>O’Hexa still lives.
>More to follow.

She said, "I heard you were in the middle of depression".
I replied that it would be very bad if I was in the middle of it.
She laughed and said that was a funny joke.
Then I was saying some stuff to my dad and he said something like how he's tired of my problem.
I flipped out on him and yelled that it isn't my problem.
He apologized and explained that wasn't what he meant.

Me: there's probably chefs way better than Gordon Ramsey. He might be similar as a comedian hired to make a statement. He's only the smartest guy in the room.
>Look up and see my brother half snarling at me, looking very ill
Me: I don't want to be around him if he's vomiting
>He points to a spot on the red rug
>I go to the kitchen to find a drink
Sister 1: you know you can always come to mine or your place if you are trying to party
>Me and sister 2 start discussing how alcohol is bad for me and I state how I'm burned out and restricted. Make a statement about God
Me: I mean, it doesn't look good
Sister 2: I don't see him either
Me: I do, for 3 years. It's the most otherworldly exoteric-
Sister 2: haha sexoteric
Me: esoteric. It starts off with being called to sit in front of a mirror, with men in black looking at you, and getting shot in the head.
>Start walking towards my sprite for my cigarette
>Voice is harsh and almost gone
Me: one of these days
>Fumble words around about getting an alcohol drink

>Disregard earlier message.
>O’HEXA spirit is still firmly dead.
>End of communication.

>>212016874
Kjære anon

Jeg husker ikke sist gang

Mvh

Meg

So how do they know the centrifuges were actually destroyed?

But I couldn't tell if it was trying to be sarcastic, cause they seemed like they might be vampire or feasting bugs.
Also there was some bullshit going on in my dream that I couldn't remember, beforehand

>Jews, Muslims, Jeets and Gypsies all get filtered by pork eating
Well well well
Interesting

Why don’t all the wagies just work together and overthrow the billionaires then distribute the loot?

So what exactly is stopping China just flying awacs in the Persian golf and forwarding all aircraft targets to Iranian ground anti air systems?

>Fordow nuclear laboratory is 90 meters below the center of a mountain with an elevation of 2752 meters. Meaning the laboratory is 2842 meters below the top of the mountain. All of it hard bedrock.
>The max depth penetration of the GBU-57 bunker buster is 60 meters (assuming soft sediments)
How exactly is the Air Force going to take it out from the air? Mathematically speaking.

If Mossad took out Khameni and brought back his war ring, and Bibi started wearing it around as a trophy, would that be the biggest flex for Jews?

Kjære staten.

Avslutt.

Mvh
Anon

>>935927747
Set alarm for 9am to get drunk.

One of the tv news shows should hire Assad as a studio analyst giving his view of the situation like one of those retired footballers in the pregame football studio

/pig/ explain something to me.

So the American MOP bomb can penetrate down to 60 meter according to mutts, right?

But the lab is 90 m below a mountain of 2657 m elevation.

So effectively the lab is at a depth of 2747 m from the top.

So how the fuck are they going to destroy the lab from the air with that MOP?

And also the MOP can only be dropped by the B2 isn’t that pretty old by now in terms of stealth tech?

Chug explain something to me.

So the MOP bomb can penetrate down to 60 meter according to mutts, right?

But the lab is 90 m below a mountain of 2657 m elevation.

So how the fuck are they going to destroy the lab from the air with that MOP?

And also the MOP can only be dropped by the B2 isn’t that pretty old by now in terms of stealth tech?