#1030am

So true! 💯 I’m still in workout head and I’ve been done for a while now. My endorphins are still going!! #fitonapp @daniellepascente #totalbodyburnout #1030am #endorphins https://www.instagram.com/p/CB_044zHYt-QnwDXzRS4sD8nmb-yDkj3E12V2s0/?igshid=17vcmf272a6d4

Happy Monday! Full regular schedule is on for today! 9am Gentle 10:30am Yin 6pm … https://ift.tt/2tLKobw

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I got sent this sky from Washington DC #collectingskies #clouds #nofilter #1030am

Otts at 10:30am, Sunday, August 13th. Ke'ala in Cotuit at a regatta, Michael climbing three peaks in White Mountains, Brian working on my parents' flower boxes and me, well... #welivemorelikethis #newengland #summer2017 #ott2017 #ottstories #1030am

Woke up from yet another strange dream. I remember being in a hospital, sleeping in the autopsy room. It was dark and the atmosphere of the room smelled of death. I started to walk around and noticed lifeless bodies laying on hospital beds. They were covered in blood, almost as if they had been slaughtered. I remember seeing this woman on the table and her stomach ripped open with blood covering her entire torso. I remember thinking to myself, who could have done this? However, then I looked down at my feet and body and self. There was blood all over me, everywhere. Blood dripping from my hands that held a knife. I started trembling and panicking in disbelief that I could have possibly killed these people. Then I remembered that I indeed committed these murders for I was part of a cult and had to kill these innocent people for human sacrifice. I started crying and receding back to the corner of the room where I had started. It felt as if I was in a trance while committing these murders, like someone had been telling me what to do internally and I unwillingly obliged. It wasn’t me though, not the real me that did this. As I looked in the far distance across the room though, I felt this presence looking at me. It wasn’t going to attack me but almost felt as if it was watching over me. I couldn’t reckon if this was a long time friend or something I should be afraid of. Then as I looked closely into the shadows, I realized who this was and how I had succumbed into a trance to commit these human sacrifices. It is the same demon I had seen in my sleep paralysis and in other demonic or death revolved dreams throughout the years. The shadow man with the cloak and red eyes. Part of me was afraid, however, the other part knew it would not hurt me for it occasionally visits my dreams. It just stared at me though with its eerie presence from across the room, at the other side of the darkness, like it needed me for something more. Then I woke up.

Porfin ya en #Casita #1030Am (en Atacama Region)