Hesitation and confusion of all the beings accounted

 57. Today, on the 12th day, everyone, including 9, was hesitant and confused.  They have always hurt me.  Inside, on the outside, and on my body, they’ve done all sorts of pre-existing Being, Stock, Gotting, and Gots.  In hesitation or parallelism, while the first leading party is the originality or correctness as the basis on which it is derived, the second external side is the reality as the form of the example taken from the basis.  The second side, in contrast to the first, has the largest number of parallels, the least amount of inversion as a constant space in the interval.  These slight contradictions now give me peace of mind, in contrast to the annoyances of the manga, in which the accounts are tortured in parallel or hesitantly by one-sided initial torture.  At the root of the originality of hesitation, organized crime or mafia "Gotting", life "Being", our close family members (Gots) or body "Being" and divine revelations or women "Stock", feelings "Being" to the original initial line of parallelism are becoming.  I had a dream this morning.  Combining real worldliness or living in the worldly transition of life from the past to the future, these "Beings" form the same basis, the appearance of our world, as a religion, in the moment of "Reverrant" destiny from the  future to the past. The real life of mankind, according to the worldview, is the existence of these "Being" and the reverse of this death against humanity, and by religion, these "Being", "Gots", "Stock" and "Gotting" together are predicted as 6 which means my ability of prophecizing.  It is a paradox from the religious point of view that this world is considered an irony on the part of the worldview.  Irony and paradox meet at the expense of number 3 and contradict each other, both the religion of death and the worldview of life hold the same in all aspects of life in nature.  In my dream, from someone’s body I am eating a biscuit with a sparsely rubbed human rubbish, somewhere in our world, with a religious identity of the opposite time that comes after my “Reverrant”.  Before that, I heard a woman's voice say to another woman, rub human shit.  Breaking away from here, I felt a bitter taste with the person in my body who had been teleported.  Now the spirits inside me, the revelations, say that this is not for the sparsely rubbed human rubbish, but for the bitter taste of the biscuit itself.  I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where that person in my body was, but I knew more clearly that he was eating cookies.  The places of the world I dream of seem to merge with the addresses of our real world.  That means I can predict soon.  In any case, even if someone in the world ate human garbage, biscuits, it is impossible to find it.