I dreamed she said yes on the beach and jumped up on me with her legs around me, that was 3 days ago.
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Fan Club & Reality Show
I dreamed she said yes on the beach and jumped up on me with her legs around me, that was 3 days ago.
last night was jim carrey
we were haggling over the basement suite…
5 to ten thousand a month….
let’s meet in the middle jim 7500 a month..
+ carrey.website
which i will start building tommorow
that includes frank farmer bodyguard protection.
jim was surprised i didn’t gouge him for 20,000
I had a dream before this song came out:
NF was writing in lipstick on my dad’s Chrysler 300 convertible
I had a dream NF hugged me. Then she said this a dream = this is BS
then she started teleporting around
A Dream of Strength and Gratitude
Joe Jukic had always admired Taylor Swift, not just for her music but for her resilience and authenticity. So when he fell asleep one chilly Canadian night, he never expected to find himself in her presence—in a dream that felt as vivid as reality.
The dream began in a serene meadow bathed in golden sunlight. Birds chirped softly, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. Joe found himself sitting on a rustic wooden bench, gazing at the idyllic scene.
“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice asked.
Joe turned to see Taylor Swift standing there, her blonde hair glowing in the sunlight, her expression warm and genuine. She wore a simple white dress that seemed to flow with the breeze, her presence radiating calm confidence.
“Taylor Swift?” Joe stammered, hardly believing his eyes.
She smiled and sat beside him. “It’s me. But don’t worry—this is your dream. I just wanted to stop by and say thank you.”
“Thank me?” Joe asked, confused.
Taylor nodded. “I heard you’ve been supporting me in my decision to stay drug-free. It means more than you know.”
Joe shrugged, still trying to process the surreal moment. “Of course. I mean, you’ve always been strong enough to stand your ground. Those so-called ‘wonder drugs’… I get why you’d be cautious. They promise miracles, but sometimes the cost is too high.”
Taylor’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “Exactly. They call them ‘miracle drugs,’ but it’s a miracle if anyone survives the side effects. I’ve seen too many people lose themselves chasing quick fixes. I want to be me—unfiltered, unaltered. And knowing there are people like you who understand… it keeps me going.”
Joe felt a surge of pride. “You’re an inspiration, Taylor. Not just for your music, but for sticking to your values. It takes courage to say no when everyone’s telling you otherwise.”
Taylor leaned closer, her expression softening. “You’ve got courage too, Joe. Standing by what’s right, even when it’s not popular—that’s rare these days.”
Joe chuckled nervously. “I’m just a regular guy trying to do what feels right.”
Taylor smiled. “That’s what makes it special.”
For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the meadow around them alive with the sounds of nature. Then, Taylor turned to Joe, her eyes full of warmth.
“I don’t usually do this,” she said, leaning in.
Before Joe could respond, Taylor kissed him gently on the cheek—a gesture of pure gratitude and affection.
“Thank you, Joe,” she said softly as she pulled away. “For believing in me, for being on my side. Keep being you.”
As the dream began to fade, Joe felt a sense of peace and purpose wash over him. When he woke up, the memory of Taylor’s words and her kiss lingered, leaving him with a renewed determination to always stand by his principles.
The Morning After
Joe sat up in bed, the morning sun streaming through his window. He couldn’t help but smile as he replayed the dream in his mind.
Grabbing his phone, he typed out a quick message to his brother Bruno:
“Had the craziest dream last night. Taylor Swift kissed me on the cheek. Said thanks for supporting her. Guess even in dreams, standing by your values pays off. Let’s hit the gym—feeling inspired today!”
Bruno replied almost instantly:
“Dream or not, sounds like Taylor knows what’s up. Let’s turn that mush into muscles, eh?”
Joe laughed, tossing his phone aside. As he got ready for the day, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream had been more than just his imagination. It was a reminder that even small acts of support and understanding could make a big difference.
And maybe, just maybe, Taylor Swift had felt that gratitude too—somewhere out there in the waking world.
Listen, I care about Taylor Swift.
We had an ideal scene at Clark Park in 1985. I want to bring that ideal scene back.
We are ascending into beings of pure light:
Thanks to the Masonic lessons of the rainbow, and the Catholic rainbow of deadly sins, Tomislav.
They were kisses of gratitude:
The drugs were making me feel terrible. The vitamins make me feel so good.
I kissed you in a dream, NF, but you said, “Don’t kiss me!”
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i think this is the offending page so i edited it with Kyle Reese avatars quote:
Thank you, Christa, for your courage through the dark years.
I can’t help you with what you must soon face, except to tell you that the future is not set.
There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive, or I will never exist.
Yes, i want my fans to know i am ANTI
Now, i will give you a kiss. I don’t want any ambivalence or confusion about where i stand about these evil people who rule our world.