SNOOPYBABE

Like a clone? Because in the bible it says she was made from his rib so technically she IS him.

I have 6 four week old baby mice and I need to sell them fast. I can't keep them since my mom won't allow me and there's too much. I tried to advertise the sale around public but it seems no one is interested. Can I bring them to a pet store like Petsmart and they can keep them instead? Is it possible?

Okay I know hugging sounds like it would be good but bear with me. It all started when it was around 12:00 to 3:00AM, the usual time I start to sleep when there's no school. My insomnia didn't help, but finally after a fair amount of minutes I slowly fell to a light slumber. Right after I dreadfully realized that my body was numb all over and started to freak out like I always do in SP episodes. I had sleep paralysis for a long time and it never fails to scare me.

What made this ep different from all the others was that it felt like some entity was wrapping it's arms around my torso, giving the feeling that it was hugging me. Because I was so scared I automatically started saying 'Jesus help me' over and over again. This made the hugging tighter and tighter the more I prayed, like if it wanted to suffocate me. I still breathed completely fine though, it just felt really uncomfortable because of the numbness.

Did it hug tighter because it didn't like it, or was it some sort of praise? I told my mommy about it and she said that maybe it was Jesus who hugged me, but when I added that it hugged me harder each time I prayed she became silent. Was this really some holy spirit, or an evil one?

It seemed to take place in someone's plain-looking living room, a place I was unfamiliar with. There was a small table beside me and a leather bible was placed on it, open midway.

For some reason I was trying desperately to read it, but whenever I peeked at the scripture for a couple secs I would get extremely sick. My vision will blurr and the text would morph all over the place if I looked too long, plus my head would pulse in agony and I'd hear a high-pitched ringing in my ears. My stomach flips too so it'll feel like I would barf out my innards in any moment. I knew something was very very wrong.

Later I came to realize that I was probably a demon and that was why the bible made me hurl. I didn't hate the book or anything since I would always attempt to read it again whenever my episodes pass. It killes me though. It was like a love/hate relationship. I wasn't alone since this middle-aged man was beside me with a worried expression on his face. The dream ended when he came up to me and slammed the book shut.

What does this dream mean?

I use antidepressants and it works. But the weird thing is I still DO have sad episodes once in a while, but I become my normal self soon afterwards... Compared to back then when I didn't take medication my episodes would just become worse in time. The sudden mood swings from sad-to-happy are clearly apparent now. Is this normal?

When I woke up I was paralyzed. I couldn't open my mouth, move my body, OR open my eyes. It was like if somebody didn't want me to see them. I laid there confused for a few seconds wondering what was going on until I felt this thick energy materialize near my legs. It felt like nothing I ever experienced and I instantly thought it couldn't be human. I struggled to open my eyes to see what was happening but all I could manage was this tiny peek. Of course all I saw was pitch blackness.

After I felt this weird sensation stroke my thighs, then it suddenly had it's way with me. It was definitely male since I felt penetration in my lady parts, and it didn't feel good whatsoever. The intruder had this strange texture to it's touch which made me very uncomfortable. I had my virginity stripped away for the first time, and with a demon! There were at least two other dreams the exact same thing as this one, and then it stopped. Was I really abused by an incubus, a male sex demon? :(

I'm currently using a 10 galloon tank for all three mice. I heard it's waaaay to small so I'll get a bigger cage. I want just the right size not too big and not too small because I don't want to waste my money.

Which size tank should I get then...? :o

Like srsly I think they are cuz it's redonkculous how much time they spend together. I have no problem if their a couple I just want ur opinion on this cuz I'm curious.

I first saw them when I moved to their elementary school in grade 5. At this time they were inseparable, every minute they'd be together in school and I never saw them with others. They'd sit beside eachother in class and hang out at lunch and recess. Always together. They look a lot alike so people often mistook them as siblings, but they said their not.

I remember when one of them wasn't at school and the other was really lonely b/c of that. She was even angry at her for being absent! I have to add that their always at school too and nevered missed a day. Just for a few hours of being seperated the girl seemed to be depressed without her. Feeling bad I decided to join her for the day and we started talking about our best friends. She said her best friend was the same girl she hangs out with 24/7. She looked really sad that day... When she's with her 'best friend' she's always happy around her.

Now that I'm in grade 11 I STILL see them together. We go to the same high school too. The only difference is they actually hang out with other people, and not just eachother all the time. Though in lunch they'd still be together no matter what, and when their in the same class they'd sit together and be partners. When school ends I see them enter the same car. Why? Are they in a relationship?

It's absolutely ridiculous how much of a bad rep gays get just for being themselves. Sure homosexuality is a sin, but it isn't the worst one! God views all sins equally. No sin is worse then the other to our heavenly Father. THEIR ALL THE SAME SO WHY HATE? IT'S LIKE GOING TO A PERSON AND SAYING THEY LIE SO THEIR GOING TO HELL! OR THEY STOLE SOMETHING SO THEIR GOING TO HELL! OR THEY SWEAR SO THEIR GOING TO HELL! God doesn't hate gays, so why should you? All Christians are hypocrites for hating homosexuals. The bible says to love your neighbors, and Christians OBVIOUSLY don't. If Christians are going around condemning gays they might as well do it to everyone else as well, since we all sin.

I heard listening to music is a sin, but not if it's Christian. I also heard that tattoos, even when their Jesus/holy related, are bad. Why isn't it the same with tattoos like it is for music? It's basically the same concept... Please correct me if I'm wrong about the sins.

In the dream I was apparently walking up an endless spiral staircase, walls beside me on both sides. There was a ceiling too, so I couldn't tell how long it was by looking up. When I looked behind there was Jesus, following me. He appeared to be badly injured since he was crawling in an odd fashion, somewhat reminding me of the Grudge. He wasn't bloody or anything though, and his limbs weren't broken either, so I thought he must be internally ill. The way Jesus was ambling his way scared me so I tried to ignore him, but no matter how much I ran away he would always be right beside me, despite in the position he's in. After a minute of finding no exit and realizing he meant no harm I stopped and faced him. At that moment Jesus stood up on his feet, much to my surprise. I don't know why but all of a sudden I ran down and gave him a big hug, saying something along the lines to never abandon me. I began sobbing and he just hugged me back.

One year ago I went to Costco with my family, I was completely fine before I went and most of the time inside the store also. When we finally arrived at the checkout with all our groceries I felt really really sick, like nothing I've ever experienced before. To best describe what it was like think of having a massive toothache, headache, and struggling to breathe all at the same time. My sight was failing me and everything seemed to be blurry, despite that I was wearing my glasses. I thought I was going to die.

My mom told me I was ghost pale and got all angry because she thought I hadn't eaten breakfast, which she believed why I was sick. Thinking my mom was right, I desperately ordered her to buy me a hotdog, much to my mom's dismay. She gradually agreed and bought me one, but I soon realized the food was not working one bit.

Once my foot stepped outside in the sunny weather my sickness vanished in a split second, and I felt more better than ever. I thought God was with me that day, ready for me to come to him in the sunlight and heal me. I told one of my friends what happened and she told me I probably had heat stroke. But if I had heat stroke why would going in the sunlight remove it? Plus my mom was acting pretty strange too. She got pissed at me for almost dieing! If it were her normal self she would've had a panic attack.

It has gotten to the stage where i'm SCARED to defecate. I have it a lot and end up on the toilet more than I have to. Last time I s-l-o-w-l-y took a huge poop and it felt like it sucked out my innards. It hurt so much... ;-;

My average day consists of drinking lots of milk, whatever my mom makes, frozen pre-made burritos, ramen noodles, chips, a couple yogurts, and chocolate chip cookies. Do I have to change what I eat inorder to succeed?

I had my black-and-white mouse Screwball for a whole year now. It's a girl and I heard female mice are very social. I did have two mice before but unfortunately one of them died two weeks later after I first got it, leaving Screwball all alone for 12 months. :c

Screwball usually just sleeps in a toilet paper roll I place in her tank all the time and only comes out to eat. (Do mice with playmates usually sleep in the day or do they play with eachother?) At night she runs in her wheel for hours. In her 10 gallon tank she has a food bowl where I have her hamster seeds, a water bottle, a hamster-sized running wheel, white pine bedding, and a couple toilet paper rolls. I don't really have any toys for her to play with or a hut for her to sleep in.

Occasionly I'd give her shredded carrots and little pieces of bread which she adores to eat; and play with her. Is that enough to make her happy or does she need a little mouse friend? Would adding just toys be enough to make her more content?