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This morning, I had a strange dream: I was walking towards a banana farm where one-meter-long bananas weighing ten kilograms were being grown and were ready for harvest. Out of sheer curiosity, I touched one of them and tried to pick it when suddenly several officers arrived, arrested me, and told me that this was a forbidden place and I shouldn't be there. They took me to their leader, a young, handsome but insane man. He grabbed my head firmly and brought it close to the rotating blades used to chop the bananas, angrily asking how I dared to touch his bananas. I started begging and apologizing, asking him to spare my life. He told me that I shouldn't have seen this place and that I would have to serve him for the rest of my life.They took me to a relatively large place with metal walls where many people like me were held, and then they closed the thick metal door behind me. We were forced to pick and carry the large, heavy bananas. Some of the extra bananas were brought to our prison, but we were not allowed to touch them. I thought to myself that I had endured so much trouble and suffering because of these bananas, so I wanted to taste them. I peeled one of them, took a piece, and tasted it. It was salty and bitter, not tasty at all. At that moment, a black woman told me that I had no right to eat them and asked if I wanted her to report me to the boss. I gave her a piece of the banana to eat, and she decided not to report me. I shared pieces of the banana with all the prisoners when suddenly the metal door opened, and a guard saw us. The guard was a muscular black man. I approached him to offer him some banana, but he gestured for me to go back to my place. However, I had gone too far and ended up outside the prison, and the metal door closed behind me. At that moment, the boss arrived, and I quickly hid the piece of banana in my clothes. The boss angrily asked me what I was doing outside the prison. I told him that the prisoners and I were curious about the taste of the giant bananas and that I wanted to ask for his permission to taste them. He angrily asked how I dared to ask such a question and if I had eaten any of the bananas and was trying to hide it from him. He said that they were very valuable and not just bananas; they extracted a special psychoactive substance from them and sold it to wealthy and powerful Chinese individuals.At that moment, he contacted some spies inside the prison, who had disguised themselves as prisoners, through a digital screen outside the prison door and asked them if anyone had eaten the bananas. I remember there were three of them, and one of them was named Miracle. The boss said that Miracle was his most honest ally. While he was questioning them, I was extremely stressed and started praying in my mind to be saved. Two of the spies said that no one had eaten the bananas, and Miracle, who was a furry orange creature, said that he didn't know anything about it. The boss believed them, and everything went well, and we were saved. At that moment, I woke up and was very happy that it was all just a dream. My dream was so realistic that I had believed it was true. 🍌👹

There was no more land in it, Just a bottle and jug of water, in which galaxies and space flowed. The pitcher poured into the glass of space, and galactic bubbles in a glass container They spread slowly. We in this strange window We are invited to an endless journey. Far from the earth, far from all problems. There we can approach the stars, Talk to the galaxies And let's jump slowly in the arms of space. 🌌🥂

The interesting part of this nightmare was that the cause of this nightmare in the dream world was a green metal ring with chinese designs and patterns that was thrown around my head and covered my forehead. A man who looked like Master Shifu in Kung Fu Panda broke it with a martial art move and pulled me out of it. When I came out of there, I was in the courtyard of a Chinese palace at night with green fog, sitting on a chair, and there I saw that master and suddenly woke up. 😱👾

Incident Report XXXX-2: On [DATE REDACTED], SCP-XXXX exhibited increased activity, causing significant visual distortions in its containment chamber. The cause of this behavior is currently under investigation. 🚽🛁👹👽

In my dream, I was a white cat donning a pink racing cap and a white suit, competing in a Formula One race. I gave it my all to be the first to cross the finish line and succeeded, but due to a lack of points from passing certain obstacles, I ended up in second place. The race route concluded at a football stadium, where spectators were seated, having watched the entire race on a big screen.Among the audience were two notable men, rivals in their own right. They were striking figures with muscular bodies covered in feathers instead of hair—one with blue feathers and the other with green. These men were well-known and respected in the land, but their rivalry was evident.The race was filled with challenges, and I barely managed to cross the finish line first. However, because of the points system, I stood on the second platform and received a silver medal. Then, something remarkable happened: the man with blue feathers plucked one of his feathers and presented it to me, a gesture of great value. I stood on the second platform, a silver medal around my neck and a beautiful blue feather in my hand. 🥈🔷️

The relentless iron chased after the elusive sock, determined to reunite them on the wooden floor. 🧦🔥

In the shadowed recesses of a forgotten farm, there stood a scarecrow unlike any other. Its origins harked back to a time when the farm's owner had poured sweat and determination into the fertile soil. But fate conspired against him: a relentless horde of crows descended upon the crops, devouring half of his labor. Despair clung to the farmer's heart; he was a solitary soul, his only solace found in the land he tilled. Tragically, he chose to end his own life.As dawn broke, the remaining crows returned, hungry for the remnants of the harvest. Yet, in a macabre twist, the scarecrow stirred to life. Its straw-stuffed form writhed, animating into a monstrous sentinel. Eyes aflame with malevolence, it directed an unholy energy at the crows, snuffing out their lives. Their corpses littered the ground—a grim tableau of vengeance.Word reached the enigmatic SCP organization. Their experts speculated that the farmer's tormented soul had fused with the scarecrow, birthing this eerie phenomenon. Plans were set in motion to add it to their collection—a testament to the thin veil between life and the supernatural.And so, the cursed scarecrow stood guard, a harbinger of darkness, forever bound to the land that had once sustained its broken-hearted creator. 🌾🐦‍⬛

In an unexpected turn of events, nature unleashes its fury upon the city with colossal snowflakes that descend like icy titans. Panic ensues as citizens flee from the crystalline onslaught; every flake’s impact sends shockwaves through the concrete jungle. This surreal phenomenon begs us to question our preparedness against nature’s unpredictable temperament. ❄️🌨