I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately and so I thought it would be cool to have a sort of public dream journal where people could talk about what they thinks stuph means, if anything. I know a lot of people freakin' hate hearing about people's dreams. That's why I put it in this section and called it "insufferable".
I dreamed I was at my marriage ceremony to 0ThouArtThat0 (http://www.youtube.com/user/0ThouArtThat0). I had no memory of us even dating, much less deciding to "marry", and I remember wondering if I could put up with all his mystical ramblings about the nature of consciousness and shit. But then I decided WTF. He seems easy-going enough that we could work out differences and it felt like it was just right some how and I would just go with it.
Then I realize that they're playing "Here Comes the Bride" and I roll my eyes. Someone didn't explain to the piano player that there's no bride in this marriage. Then someone leans over to me and says "Just stand here. They know you're not walking down the aisle." and I roll my eyes again because somehow I'm the bride? This is clearly not a traditional marriage and there's no bride! Even so, why me? Why not the other guy? So I'm thinking that I hope the piano player stops playing that damn song after she realizes no one is coming up the aisle. I'm already at the altar or whatever it is where we're getting married. It's not clearly a church.
So then 0ThouArtThat0 walks up. Oddly, he's in a white suit and I'm in a darker suit, but not really dark. I think it's like amber or something. We did the ceremony in halves where they did my part first and he's not even there and they hung some fancy symbolic stuph around my neck, then I step aside and he does his part and and they hung fancy stuph around his neck and then he approaches me and we're married now. Something I'm wearing fits a little tight and he says something about it and I'm like "So I gained a little weight!" and I feel really hurt, like I'm accusing him of being shallow or something.
Then we go back to a hotel, which is a pretty crappy one and I'm thinking how this is a really cheap honeymoon but I kind of don't care because at least we're having one. Then we start getting undressed or changed out of our wedding clothes at least and he disappears. I look around for him and come back and discover the hotel made a mistake and we're moved from room #1 to #183 and I have to go find that. I'm feeling abandoned and like he doesn't want to consummate the marriage; maybe because he thinks I'm fat.
:o
Quote from: dalebert on September 04, 2008, 09:32 AM NHFT
I'm feeling abandoned and like he doesn't want to consummate the marriage; maybe because he thinks I'm fat.
Okay, that settles it: you
were the bride! ;D
Unlikely mate, wrong music, ill-fitting clothes, unsatisfactory accommodations, that marriage looks all-around unsatisfying.
My theory about dreams is they are your unconscious mind, which occupies the vast majority of your brain, trying desperately to tell you something, something true and important.
Quote from: KBCraig on September 04, 2008, 09:49 AM NHFT
Quote from: dalebert on September 04, 2008, 09:32 AM NHFT
I'm feeling abandoned and like he doesn't want to consummate the marriage; maybe because he thinks I'm fat.
Okay, that settles it: you were the bride! ;D
Touche' ! :)
On a writer's forum I frequent we often revive the dream thread whenever someone has an interesting one. However, the posts go on for miles cuz, as writers, we find ways to say a whole lot more than we need to...or maybe we're just that descriptive. I haven't had too wild a dream recently but if I do I'll try to summarize it here.
I remember somebody posted a lucid dream thread on the other forum I belong to, and thinking about it so much, within a week I had one. And within the next month like four. Those I find the most interesting and incredibly vivid when I try to remember them, but still always random. I try and write my dreams that are worth remembering first thing when I remember them (sometimes I won't remember the dream till a few hours after waking up).
That dream seems a little on the gay side... don't worry you're probably just picking up on a gay vibe the guy is giving off.
Marriage is the highest honor that you can bestow on someone, which indicates that you respect this person and hold him in high regard.
The music choice and your disapproval of it shows that you have never thought about what music you would like at your own wedding, although you know that it will not be in a church, which means you have thought about getting married.
The white he is wearing as opposed to your amber shows how you view your relation ship. He is pristine and you... well you know... your amber... which isn't bad... your still a semiprecious jewel.
Your position as the bride also show how you view the relationship.
His disapproval of your fatness indicates that you disapprove of your fatness, because he's not actually in the dream to be disapproving.
The marriage was done separately which probably is a recognition of He's in Florida and your not.
Ending up at a crappy hotel means you didn't want to married in the first place.
He disappears which is your doubt that he wants to be with you. That doubt causes you pain. A cause for the pain must be assigned and since blaming yourself or your new spouse would only cause more pain, the hotel is blamed for your not being together.
:ahoy:
Yea either that or it was just your brain running an
advanced screen saver while it was tidying up that
fat cheeked head of yours.
Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on September 04, 2008, 11:47 AM NHFT
Marriage is the highest honor that you can bestow on someone, which indicates that you respect this person and hold him in high regard.
Yeah, I can see that. I've had a mild obsession with the guy ever since I saw him because he's just really really nice to look at, but since I started watching his videos, he just seems like a really thoughtful, intelligent person, and really peace-oriented if a bit misguided and delusional. There's a disconnect there that bothers me.
QuoteThe white he is wearing as opposed to your amber shows how you view your relation ship. He is pristine and you... well you know... your amber... which isn't bad... your still a semiprecious jewel.
Yeah, a short while after I posted this I was like "duh! Virgin white." And needless to say, I'm not a virgin but I'm also far from a slut, so it makes sense that I wasn't wearing like a black tuxedo or something that would represent the opposite of his virgin white.
QuoteYour position as the bride also show how you view the relationship.
That's what gets me. I really don't. I can't help but imagine him as fitting that role better than me- he's younger, prettier, very soft-spoken. If anything, he makes me feel more masculine.
QuoteHe disappears which is your doubt that he wants to be with you.
Oh definitely. I have serious doubts about him wanting to be with me! haha.
QuoteQuoteYour position as the bride also show how you view the relationship.
That's what gets me. I really don't. I can't help but imagine him as fitting that role better than me- he's younger, prettier, very soft-spoken. If anything, he makes me feel more masculine.
The position of the bride is 'the one who is asked'... you want him to ask you.
My dreams tell me that sleep is boring and that I should be in an action war movie instead.
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on September 04, 2008, 10:00 AM NHFT
My theory about dreams is they are your unconscious mind, which occupies the vast majority of your brain, trying desperately to tell you something, something true and important.
Gotta agree with Tackle.
I don't think it's possible to interpret a single dream, Dale. You subconscious will tell you the same things over and over again, so if you could get a sampling of dreams and contrast and compare them, then you would learn what the symbols mean for you.
That "Thou art that" guy, I checked over some of his other videos just now. I remember awhile back you posted a little clip from him, and I said that it seems that he is coming from a Process Philosophy perspective. He actually did a little video on Whitehead. He appears to be up in the Bay Area going to the California Institute of Integral Studies ... that's where the Center for Process Studies referred me as a good institution for learning Process Philosophy.
I think this guy is an archetype for you - but what he represents who knows? But a good hint is that in some way he probably represents YOU on some level.
OK, if someone else doesn't post a dream soon, I'm going to become way too self-conscious. This is too much attention.
I had a weird dream the other night.
I was singing Karaoke before the dream, and I sang "We Didn't Start the Fire". This is a little background to the dream.
I'm standing in my room, and then my aunt comes in. Somehow we switch locales to my car. Like we just teleported or something, though it seemed normal enough to me. "We didn't start the fire" kept playing. I think I was trying to get away from my aunt, but I couldn't get the car door open. Then my aunt started biting my arm, like she was a vampire (I've been watching a lot of buffy's, and vampires have been recurring themes.) And I was scared to death, and I couldn't get away, and the damn door wouldn't open, so I shoved her away and she turned to dust and disappeared. But I felt like more vampires were coming (even though I had no evidence that they were) and so I still tried to get the car door open. "We didn't start the Fire" kept getting louder and louder, and I couldn't get the door open and I couldn't make the car drive. It was like I was trapped, and then I was on the phone with my sister (as best as I can remember, there was no phone ringing or anything, I just suddenly was talking on the phone to my oldest sister) and she was telling me that my aunt had died. And the music kept getting louder and louder, and I was trying to tell my sister that I knew that my aunt had died, but although I could hear my sister, she couldn't hear me. By this time, the music is really starting to get on my nerves, and it gets to the part where it says "Santayana Goodbye" And I shout "WHO THE HELL IS SANTAYANA ANYWAY?" Then I wake up, feeling like I had had a nightmare, my heart racing, etc., even though it really wasn't very scary, just annoying, it felt like a nightmare.
"Before you contradict an old man, my fair friend, you should endeavor to understand him."
George Santayana (1863 - 1952)
US (Spanish-born) philosopher
Keep going, Jim. I want to hear your analysis of Caleb's dream.
Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on September 04, 2008, 09:37 PM NHFT
"Before you contradict an old man, my fair friend, you should endeavor to understand him."
George Santayana (1863 - 1952)
US (Spanish-born) philosopher
Also notable as author of the phrase, often attributed to others, "Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it." Quite the aphorist, he.
And, also often confused (thanks to Texas mispronunciation) with Santa Anna, the Mexican president who tried to take back Texas in 1836.
Years ago, I had an unforgettable dream. I'd been working for a theater company that staged a regular comedic revue--and I'd also recently seen the Bette Davis movie Now, Voyager (that will be shown to be significant . . .).
The president and artistic director of the company were named Kitty and Jerry. They'd resolved that this year's revue was going to be the best ever. Not only were they going to revive the tradition (begun with their first production) of flashing their butts at the audience, they were going to sign up a whole host of celebrities to do it with them.
Jerry went about signing up all the big-name actors and musicians, and came back bragging about all the contracts he had on hand. But Kitty was depressed, because the mayor's office had phoned, and wouldn't allow them to flash their butts.
"I'm going to go down there right now and have a long talk with them," Jerry said determinedly.
To which Kitty replied, "Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon--we have the stars."
And the background music was swelling as I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock . . .
Yes, I'm so paronomastic, I even dream shaggy dog stories!
Quote from: Sam A. Robrin on September 04, 2008, 10:20 PM NHFT
To which Kitty replied, "Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon--we have the stars."
Wait a minute. You're telling me that whole dream was just a setup for a pun? ;D
Quote from: dalebert on September 04, 2008, 09:51 PM NHFT
Keep going, Jim. I want to hear your analysis of Caleb's dream.
Caleb's dream is about his Karaoke performance.
The performance is strongly related to his Aunt, either buy an association to the song it's self or some interaction that happened with his Aunt.
Before the performance begins he is in a safe place, his room.
The music starts, his Aunt enters.
He begins to sing, the show is underway thus being in a car.
He realizes that being in the car (singing, which is not being sung as well as imagined) is uncomfortable.
The performance is underway so he can't get out of the car.
He struggles with his performance (his Aunt). Biting is the visualization of pain.
Then he accepts that the performance is going badly and pushes it (her) away... accepting that (in his opinion) he can't sing (killing his Aunt)... then he remembers that his sister had said that he can't sing (that his Aunt is dead).
The reason his sister doesn't hear, "that I knew that my aunt had died", is that Caleb doesn't want to admit this to his sister. He will say it in his head, but not to her.
When he shouts, "WHO THE HELL IS SANTAYANA ANYWAY?", he is sour graping.
...I wake up, feeling like I had had a nightmare, my heart racing, etc., even though it really wasn't very scary... That's just Good Karaoke.
Damn you're good, Jim!
(http://politicalgraffiti.com/nhfree/images/Swami_Jim.jpg)
Dream Interpretation fees: 1 hr - fish, rice and tea
2 hrs - 6 beers and chips
1/2 day - 12 beers and large pizza
full day - 2 goats
I gotta talk about this one. Very disturbing dream.
Me and a team of detectives are talking about the evidence we have that Sarah Palin is the killer threatening a woman's life. I think the killer (probably Sarah) has already killed before in more direct ways. There's a device implanted in the woman's chest that will stop her heart when it receives a signal and the killer has anonymously threatened that (s)he has a device that can instantly send the signal which will be broadcast city-wide. I point out that we either need to find a murder weapon on her from a previous murder or the signal device to be confident she's the killer and shortly thereafter she produces the device, a small red button on a white base covered with a clear plastic cover on hinges. There's also another similar button on the front that looks like it might release the latch. I'm trying to tackle her before she presses it and I'm not quite fast enough, but she has too much lotion or some kind of product on her hands and can't seem to get it to press, so I manage to snatch it away from her. I close the plastic cover to prevent the button being pressed until we can remove the device from the other lady's chest and the moment I do, the TV shuts off, which we all realize as meaning the signal was sent out. And I ask, "What? Does closing it send the signal?" and everyone looks at me like I'm an idiot. Apparently that's what the second similar button was about. Then I'm overwhelmed with guilt and grief at the realization that I just killed a woman even while trying to save her life. It was very Joker-esque
OK, but that's not the weird part of the dream. The weird part is when I "wake up" and go to work. I sit in a desk that's back-to-back with Hillary Clinton's so I'm facing her all day (ugh) and I'm telling her about this really disturbing dream I had. I never quite get it done before some people come up and talk to her and keep interrupting us.
Did you encounter anything political or slimy or an authoritarian female yesterday?
I have no clue on the the first part of the dream -
but the second part (with Hillary Clinton) seems to me to be a take on other people, people that are dismissive of ideas that you feel are of extreme importance. Hillary and the other people seem unconcerned with what is, to you, a very important matter, the fact that you have taken a life. This is the type of thing that you would hope would take overriding precedence in a conversation with others, but it seems to be the sort of thing that other people (Hillary and her team) allow to be interrupted by the normal affairs of life, business, etc. The second part of the dream tells you two things: It tells you how you think other people view things that are important to you (your subconscious feels that other people are dismissive of things that are important to you), and it tells you how you view those people (your subconscious symbolizes these other people with a figure that you hold in contempt - Hillary Clinton - thus displaying anger and contempt for people who are dismissive of you.)
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on September 14, 2008, 11:11 AM NHFT
Did you encounter anything political or slimy or an authoritarian female yesterday?
I watched this. It's all I can think of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3_anjAMr3Y
Eew. :_canoworms__by_Zikes:
A slimey polititian who wants to use the most powerful killing machine in the history of the world, and make it seem as though YOU did it.
That dream makes perfect sense
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on September 14, 2008, 12:34 PM NHFT
A slimey polititian who wants to use the most powerful killing machine in the history of the world, and make it seem as though YOU did it.
Hmm... seems like a reasonable interpretation but I won't be confident until I hear from Swami Jim. ;D
Man I never have dramatic dreams like this.
In fact I hardly ever remember any dreams,
Maybe 3 or 4 a year and they are dull.
Where is Swami Jim?
Here's mine:
There was a party at our house boat for walk-for-liberty (http://walkforliberty.com/) supporters. But the Buchanans weren't there. Everyone wanted to meet me. There was food, candy, DDR, lots of fun stuff and friendly people, but I sat out for some reason. I was wearing colorful bandannas and cutoff shorts. I was having a good time and wondered why I didn't go out and eat and play. Jim was worried that we were out of BBQ wood and that the floor boards were opening up, splitting in the middle due to the weight of all the people.
Wow Dale, that's an intense dream.
I had a weird one maybe 2 mornings ago. I completely forget what it was about, but I remember how it 'played'.
I was talking to the author of this book about important moments in US history, and it was supposed to start present day in Concord (which was actually a huge city) and centered on a city council meeting a bunch of people went to and the council and the people all agreed they didn't need a council, or any gov't anymore and declared Concord free. Everyone was ecstatic. I was among the crowd, and I had no idea it had happened until the story finished, even though the event was supposed to have happened in the past and I was there. Then he asked if I wanted the next chapter read to me, and I had the choice of waking up or hearing the rest of the story. I opted for the story (knowing it was a dream but immediately forgetting once I chose to hear more). He told another story that I forgot, and I had the same choice at the end of this one. Same deal. Then there was a third story, and at the end, when I was supposed to choose, I was awakened by my phone ringing. I didn't remember the dream until a day or two later.
OMG. So much dreaming last night. Just woke up and can barely open my eyes. I've lost a lot of it, but there was definitely a long series of generally very positive and extremely pleasant dreams. I believe it started with a lucid flying dream where it was like I was swimming through the air, making strokes with my arms, and flying wasn't slow and tedious like it sometimes is in my dreams. Even in the dream, I remembered the symbolism of flying dreams and how they reflect your feelings of optimism in your waking life. Then I realized I could easily move objects with my mind. There were bits of Harry Potter imagery that I can't recall in detail but I think I was attending Hogwarts. In one dream, I remembered seeing these women with wings hovering in space at this place where I frequently went by, at the top of a bridge I think, and wondering if everyone else could see them and also wondering why I was just now really paying attention to them even though I was pretty sure I'd seen them before.
One part of the dream was closer to when I woke so I seem to recall it better. This strange guy shows up with a handful of ancient coins, mostly Greek ones. He challenges my friend, who also has a handful of ancient coins, to a series of coin tricks, mostly involving a basketball hoop and proceeds to thoroughly and easily win every challenge- starting with getting his coin through the hoop first, bouncing his coin three times before getting it through the hoop, etc. each one getting progressively more difficult to the point of almost (or even completely) defying physics. Meanwhile, these are all events that are under the stranger's control, as long as he is skillful enough. He's wagering specific coins against specific coins in my friend's hand. I'm getting annoyed with my friend's stupidity as he continues to accept these wagers when it's clear this guy is a shark. My friend is down to one coin.
Then the stranger has a chat with me. He explains how his coin sharking has become a kind of addiction and he kind of thinks he should stop but it's become such easy money. He seems impressed with my common sense and makes a wager with me over one of his coins that looks really cool, and instead of me betting on whether HE can do something, this was a wager on whether I could do something with a coin, and I felt I could. Keep in mind, this is after I had been defying physics myself quite a bit with all the flying and telekinesis and other silliness. Still, knowing he was a trickster, I asked him what the stakes were for me. I didn't have any ancient coins on me. He said I have to promise to recite a poem for him called "Adam, Adam, Adam". He seems to love this poem and for some reason, he really wants to hear it in my voice. *ack*
Then there is a knocking at a door nearby and someone trying to enter but it's locked. I kind of hover over to the door, still seated, and I point at the knob. It jiggled a bit as I worked the lock with my mind and opens. This very ominous figure with inhuman eyes in a dark robe steps through and points and shouts at me. And because I was hovering in a seated position near the floor, I'm kind of down at his feet and he's trying to tower over me. He insists that I kneel or something, and I'm kind of unsure how I ought to react. I'm not really scared of him though he's clearly trying to be intimidating and I end up kind of sort of leaning over a bit but not really and he questions my reluctance. I just kind of casually say "I'm just not very good at groveling" and he laughs and his eyes change back to human. I don't recall exactly the exchange, but I seem to recall it being a test of some sort and I passed, but I also remember being annoyed that I even started to obey him a little bit. He seems satisfied and leaves or is no longer in the dream for some reason. I kind of get the impression that this is the coin shark's boss or affiliate perhaps. I ask the coin shark if he's a genie and he smiled, not necessarily implying "yes" but that he was amused by the question which I think people wonder a lot.
Wow, this is an awesome thread Dalebert, thanks!
The last recent dream I had that I can remember was Rick introducing me to his girlfriends and when I woke up I was really pissed at him, poor guy! :P
I don't know if I posted this before but a few months ago I took an afternoon nap which is weird for me but whatever. So anyways I had this dream that me, my daughter Carrie and other family members, (they were a little vague), were walking down this crowded city sidewalk. I didn't see Carrie anymore so I turned around and she was hunched over, someone had stabbed her in the stomach as we were walking so we took her to the hospital.
It was taking them forever to see her and she wasn't doing so well, so this older guy that I didn't even know, helped me look up different hospitals in the area via The Yellow Pages. Rick went to get the truck so we could bring Carrie to another hospital. I picked her up to carry her out of the hospital and all of a sudden this extremely large, semi-circular shaped desk that was in the ER lobby turned into a huge mirror as I was walking past it with Carrie in my arms. I saw Carrie when she was 1 or 2 years old in the mirror saying hi to herself in my arms through the mirror and "big" Carrie and "little" Carrie kept saying hi and waving to each other.
Basically that was the end of the dream and I woke up shaking and crying, it was very disturbing to say the least. I couldn't shake my feeling from that dream and I couldn't stop crying so I knew it was one of my "something bad is going to happen" dreams.
I called Carrie who was a couple months pregnant at the time and out with her boyfriend. I told her about the dream and that I had a weird feeling so becareful, she told me not to worry but I put one of those "protective" bubbles around her anyway. Well about a half hour later I got a phone call and Carrie and her boyfriend were in a car accident, the car rolled over so it was pretty nasty and at that moment I knew Carrie was saying hi to her own daughter in my dream through that mirror even though no one knew what the baby was yet. Well, guess what Carrie's having? :o Weird, huh?
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on September 14, 2008, 02:28 PM NHFT
Where is Swami Jim?
Here's mine:
There was a party at our house boat for walk-for-liberty (http://walkforliberty.com/) supporters. But the Buchanans weren't there. Everyone wanted to meet me. There was food, candy, DDR, lots of fun stuff and friendly people, but I sat out for some reason. I was wearing colorful bandannas and cutoff shorts. I was having a good time and wondered why I didn't go out and eat and play. Jim was worried that we were out of BBQ wood and that the floor boards were opening up, splitting in the middle due to the weight of all the people.
Lauren's Dream
There was a party at our house boatWhen You purchased the house boat we where made aware that there had been a party on the house boat and there was a good possibility that the house boat would sink the next time a party was held on it. The house boat was a source of much angst though the 18 years that we lived on it. Storms would bang it against the dock, floods would threaten to break it's morings, more than than once it broke loose during the night in high winds and finally the hull leaked to the point where we had to remove it from the water. Which, in it's self, was 2 months in hell.
So house boat means anxiety.
party... for walk-for-liberty (http://walkforliberty.com/) supportersThe 'Walk for Liberty' was and still is associated with Ron Paul, so the party would be a political party.
Buchanans weren't thereThe Buchanans are not done with their walk so they would not be there and Ron Paul... he is no longer "at the party".
There was food, candy, DDR, lots of fun stuff and friendly peopleThese are the things you visualize when you think of the concept of a party.
but I sat out for some reason... I was having a good time and wondered why I didn't go out and eat and play.You gave up the party when Stefan Molyneux convinced you that political parties where immoral.
Everyone wanted to meet me. I was wearing colorful bandannas and cutoff shorts. This dream was a day or two after Palin was picked as Republican VP.
You spent 2 years in Alaska... so your from Alaska. Your prettier than Palin. And more qualified to be VP. So everyone wanted to meet the VP of the Ron Paul party, who does not wish to be the Vice President.
Jim was worried that we were out of BBQ wood and that the floor boards were opening up, splitting in the middle These are my general complaints about the Libertarian Party, that they are out of fuel and the party planks are messed up.
splitting in the middle due to the weight of all the people. Goes back to being on the house boat and physical reason that the planks would break.
Quote from: zaphar on September 15, 2008, 01:18 AM NHFT
I don't really remember much of the dream I had last night, but in the beginning, my apartment was getting raided so I ended up escaping into the apartment building/house next door by somehow exiting out my second story window, crossing a 30' gap, and into the second story window adjacent to mine. At that point I don't clearly remember what happened, but I think I somehow exited the building and got away. I don't remember what goes on other than heading south of my apartment. Towards the end of the dream I end up in a field that looked like this:
(http://www.thelibertytree.org/images/dreamare.jpg)
From the bottom of the picture, I walk up a grassy rolling slope towards the road, which rests on a mound of ground, higher than that surrounding it. The road (to the right) continues on, hugging a wooded slope on it's right and a grassy hill to it's left. When I finally reach the road and begin to walk down it, I'm fired upon by someone on top of the grassy hill. Instinctively, I jump down the slope on the road side opposite of the grassy hill. Knowing that if I stand up, it may be my last, I crawl along the slope towards the river (on the left side of the picture) and the bridge that passes over it. At the base of the bridge, I decide to take a look at the grassy hill. I cautiously creep up the side of the slope towards the road and see what appears to be a large gate (it looked kind of like the one in the Jurassic Park movie) used to restrict vehicle use of the bridge. At some point while I'm looking at this weird gate, a truck starts driving down the road towards my position. I jump down the slope (again) and watch as it pulls up along side the gate. Some guy (he looked military or police, possibly the guy shooting at me) jumps out of the truck and walks to the side of the gate opposite of the bridge. I, for some reason, run up to the other side of the gate. The guy unlocks the gate and pushes the doors open, at this point, I thought he was going to walk through the gate, but he ended up walking back around the side. Knowing he was going to spot and shoot me, I use my element of surprise and shoot him. I flee to the woods (to the upper left) by the river which also has a road on the right side of it. Shortly after following this road into the woods, I notice that there are cars parked up ahead. As I get closer to them, I notice random articles of clothing, paper, trash, etc. laying next to them, as if someone had rummaged through them. No one was to be found, my stomach tightened up in terror. Was this the work of the person shooting at me? I had either stumbled upon a scene where something horrible had happened or was going to happen. I continued on by the cars and then I woke up.
I apologize if any of this is incoherent, I'm kind of tired.
I love your illustration, it's so cute! ;D I know your dream was pretty scary but I still loved your drawing, how did you draw that by the way?
Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on October 07, 2008, 07:25 PM NHFT
Lauren's Dream
Jim was worried that we were out of BBQ wood and that the floor boards were opening up, splitting in the middle
These are my general complaints about the Libertarian Party, that they are out of fuel and the party planks are messed up.
Floor boards = political platform
party = political party
:duh:
Of course, it all makes sense now.
I owe you a goat, Swami Jim.
I had a dream that I was Hulk Hogan's ex-wife but kissed Hulk when my new boyfriend went to use the bathroom. Then I had a dream that I was late for a tag sale and sat up and yelled, "Rick we're late!". :dontknow:
Poor Rick when I had a bad dream awhile ago, (I can't remember it now), but I smacked him across his face for real when he was trying to sleep.
There was a nuclear power plant that had been taken over by some crime cartel and the workers were all being kept enslaved in horrible conditions to run the plant. Somehow, I'd gotten information that if any one of like four reactors were shut down, it would release everyone, like they were relying on the power to stay in control of it. The keys were around this little girl's neck and she exercised tyrannical control by threatening everyone and keeping them too afraid to do anything. I believe she had some kind of super powers but her dad was also some notorious mob boss. I was a superhero and was just playing along waiting for the right moment to do something. Finally I grabbed the little tyrant and telepathically forced her to sleep while I flew into the control room (I had wings and could pass through walls) of one of the reactors and used her key on the shutdown switch. I had to keep forcing her back to sleep because she had unusual resistance but I just remember being very determined because I was so appalled by the whole thing and VERY angry.
Man the last dream I had, that I could remember
involved, getting a big appliance up a tight stair case
that had really nice tiles on the wall for an added degree
of difficulty.
How boring am I ?
Quote from: Pat K on October 12, 2008, 08:34 AM NHFT
Man the last dream I had, that I could remember
involved, getting a big appliance up a tight stair case
that had really nice tiles on the wall for an added degree
of difficulty.
It's funny how we all have our anxiety dreams and they're tailored to our particular anxieties. Mine used to be about being back in school and realizing I'd missed half a qtr before a big exam, then a few years later they were about being back in the Navy, then many years later they were about being back in college where I'd missed half a qtr before a big exam, and now they're occasionally about being back at my previous place of employment as an independent contractor without a proper badge.
(http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/every_damn_morning.png) (http://xkcd.com/430/)
That drawing makes perfect sense.
Dale I think those dream drawings might indicate your gay.
Just a thought.
love Pat K .
Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on November 01, 2008, 09:39 PM NHFT
Dale I think those dream drawings might indicate your gay.
Just a thought.
love Pat K .
Wow, you're nearly as good as the Swami Jim!
Last night I dreamed that Friday was buying a humongous castle that needed a lot of work and was going to cost a fortune to heat. It was out in the middle of a dessert. Looked really cool though.
I also dreamed I was watching Heroes and Hiro killed the couch enforcer with a samurai sword. Then he came back to life somehow. Weird. Maybe he had healing powers like Claire.
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
Quote from: Pat K on November 19, 2008, 06:28 PM NHFT
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
That's a cute dream Pat ! :D I love when dreams make me laugh and I hate that "I'm falling" feeling during some dreams. Do you know what I mean?
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Quote from: Pat K on November 19, 2008, 06:28 PM NHFT
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
That's a cute dream Pat ! :D I love when dreams make me laugh and I hate that "I'm falling" feeling during some dreams. Do you know what I mean?
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control.
It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on November 22, 2008, 09:36 PM NHFT
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control. It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Wow, Swami Johnson, you are good! Such insight and in-depth analysis. ;D
What does it mean if you fall and then bounce?
Quote from: Lloyd Danforth on November 23, 2008, 06:43 AM NHFT
What does it mean if you fall and then bounce?
It means you're in the Matrix training module and the safety controls are active.
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Quote from: Pat K on November 19, 2008, 06:28 PM NHFT
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
That's a cute dream Pat ! :D I love when dreams make me laugh and I hate that "I'm falling" feeling during some dreams. Do you know what I mean?
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control. It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Phew, for I minute I thought I was going crazy and didn't have control over anything until I read your last sentence and that's what usually happens to me. :)
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Quote from: Facilitator to the Icon on November 22, 2008, 09:36 PM NHFT
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control. It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Wow, Swami Johnson, you are good! Such insight and in-depth analysis. ;D
;D He's better than Sylvia Browne that's for sure!
Quote from: Lloyd Danforth on November 23, 2008, 06:43 AM NHFT
What does it mean if you fall and then bounce?
It means you need to go on a diet! ;D
I got some crazy looks tonight at Social Sunday when I explained how I finally escaped a long series of lucid dreams this morning by jumping into a raw hamburger patty and using it as a portal out of the dream world. I immediately woke up, realized I was still freakin' tired, and went back to sleep.
Oh that Dale and his Raw Beef dreams.
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Quote from: Pat K on November 19, 2008, 06:28 PM NHFT
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
That's a cute dream Pat ! :D I love when dreams make me laugh and I hate that "I'm falling" feeling during some dreams. Do you know what I mean?
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control. It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Phew, for I minute I thought I was going crazy and didn't have control over anything until I read your last sentence and that's what usually happens to me. :)
Doesn't mean yer not crazy.
Quote from: Lloyd Danforth on February 02, 2009, 03:56 PM NHFT
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Quote from: raineyrocks on November 20, 2008, 11:31 AM NHFT
Quote from: Pat K on November 19, 2008, 06:28 PM NHFT
Well since Dale always shares with us.
I will tell of the dream I can remember something of lately.
Our NH gang of the usual suspects had
um acquired a submarine and we voted
Lauren captain, and she got to name the sub.
She named it the non-attack sub Ivan.
Then did her little chuckle.
I actually woke up laughing.
That's a cute dream Pat ! :D I love when dreams make me laugh and I hate that "I'm falling" feeling during some dreams. Do you know what I mean?
Falling in your dream means you believe that you do not have control. It is important to remember what happens before you fall. The father you fall and the closer that you get to the ground is the amount that you feel you do not have control. If you wake up just as you start to fall is not as serious as if you continue to fall.
Phew, for I minute I thought I was going crazy and didn't have control over anything until I read your last sentence and that's what usually happens to me. :)
Doesn't mean yer not crazy.
That is very true! ;D
I've had a couple nights in the last week where I had some extremely lucid dreams. These have been incredibly fascinating. I was very lucid during the dream, i.e. clear-headed and also aware I was dreaming. I decided to use this and sort of do a self-exploration. I had conversations with characters in the dream which is really fascinating because I know that I am essentially talking to myself and I'm very curious what I have to say. :)
I can't recall the details, but at one point, I wasn't happy with the resolution of a certain event in the dream and at one point, the dream "reset" like hitting the previous scene button on a DVD remote and I was experiencing a deja vu of a dream I just had moments before only this time I was able to make different choices and say different things to the characters in the dream. I can recall one conversation with a character where I am explaining to him that I'm from a world outside of the boundaries of the universe as he understands them to be.
As usual during dreams like this, there were some breath-takingly beautiful landscapes with other-worldly glowing cities, forests, etc. and I was flying over them. Most of the time, I am able to pass through barriers through force of will, though occasionally I would find a wall that impeded me. I usually start off flying very slowly, moving my arms like I am swimming through the air until I'm able to exert my will in a way that I'm moving much faster like Superman. To call these dreams pleasant would be quite an understatement. They're mind-blowing.
Dreams are reflective and symbolic of our waking lives. Just before the FTL show last night, I was chatting with Ian and Mark about how inspired I've felt and how I get more and more optimistic every day about the open-ended potential for our efforts here in NH and particularly in Keene. Ian had just given me the news about Pete Eyre moving here and establishing his base of operations here before traveling the country to talk about liberty and I literally felt a tingle down my spine. I was already in a great mood and that just somehow topped off the moment for me. Ironically, Mark discussed an email expressing an incredible amount of pessimism for the FSP, and frankly it was just completely alien and nonsensical to me. It seems you have to dig really deep to find reasons to be pessimistic right now. Sure, one can set some arbitrary criteria for some sort of immediate results and use that to discount things, but what I see is growing forward momentum and it seems you have to be blind to not see it.
For anyone who wants to experience dreams like this, I will give my layman's opinion about how to start. Keeping in mind that dreams are symbolic of our waking lives, you have to change your attitude about your waking life. You have to focus on all the good and positive things in your life. Take an assessment of all the things that motivate you every day, the things that you like about your life and that you want more of. When your dreams start to change, that's a big part of yourself that you may not have been very in tune with before that's now telling you that you're on the right track while at the same time offering you some constructive criticism for how to do even better. You're patting yourself on the back, I suppose.
Keep up the good work!
Quote from: dalebert on April 04, 2009, 12:33 PM NHFT
I've had a couple nights in the last week where I had some extremely lucid dreams. These have been incredibly fascinating. I was very lucid during the dream, i.e. clear-headed and also aware I was dreaming. I decided to use this and sort of do a self-exploration. I had conversations with characters in the dream which is really fascinating because I know that I am essentially talking to myself and I'm very curious what I have to say. :)
I can't recall the details, but at one point, I wasn't happy with the resolution of a certain event in the dream and at one point, the dream "reset" like hitting the previous scene button on a DVD remote and I was experiencing a deja vu of a dream I just had moments before only this time I was able to make different choices and say different things to the characters in the dream. I can recall one conversation with a character where I am explaining to him that I'm from a world outside of the boundaries of the universe as he understands them to be.
As usual during dreams like this, there were some breath-takingly beautiful landscapes with other-worldly glowing cities, forests, etc. and I was flying over them. Most of the time, I am able to pass through barriers through force of will, though occasionally I would find a wall that impeded me. I usually start off flying very slowly, moving my arms like I am swimming through the air until I'm able to exert my will in a way that I'm moving much faster like Superman. To call these dreams pleasant would be quite an understatement. They're mind-blowing.
Dreams are reflective and symbolic of our waking lives. Just before the FTL show last night, I was chatting with Ian and Mark about how inspired I've felt and how I get more and more optimistic every day about the open-ended potential for our efforts here in NH and particularly in Keene. Ian had just given me the news about Pete Eyre moving here and establishing his base of operations here before traveling the country to talk about liberty and I literally felt a tingle down my spine. I was already in a great mood and that just somehow topped off the moment for me. Ironically, Mark discussed an email expressing an incredible amount of pessimism for the FSP, and frankly it was just completely alien and nonsensical to me. It seems you have to dig really deep to find reasons to be pessimistic right now. Sure, one can set some arbitrary criteria for some sort of immediate results and use that to discount things, but what I see is growing forward momentum and it seems you have to be blind to not see it.
For anyone who wants to experience dreams like this, I will give my layman's opinion about how to start. Keeping in mind that dreams are symbolic of our waking lives, you have to change your attitude about your waking life. You have to focus on all the good and positive things in your life. Take an assessment of all the things that motivate you every day, the things that you like about your life and that you want more of. When your dreams start to change, that's a big part of yourself that you may not have been very in tune with before that's now telling you that you're on the right track while at the same time offering you some constructive criticism for how to do even better. You're patting yourself on the back, I suppose.
Keep up the good work!
Yikes! :o If dreams are symbolic of our waking lives then I'm in trouble because I had a dream that our house was surrounded by the police with lights flashing and all.
Quote from: raineyrocks on April 07, 2009, 02:46 PM NHFT
Yikes! :o If dreams are symbolic of our waking lives then I'm in trouble because I had a dream that our house was surrounded by the police with lights flashing and all.
What I meant was that they're symbolic of how we feel in our waking life. You're likely just be stressed about the police state and you feel trapped, or it could just be symbolic of feeling trapped in some other way in your personal, perhaps even emotionally, and the police are just an excellent symbol for that sense of entrapment. Flying dreams are often a reflection of when we actually feel very optimistic and empowered, or even more literally as a sense of freedom, especially when we may have previously felt trapped. If you resolve your sense of feeling trapped, maybe you'll have a flying dream!
Or you could go with my thought.
Dreams are just the brains screen savers,
that it uses while defragging your brain while ya sleep.
Quote from: dalebert on April 08, 2009, 01:53 PM NHFT
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Yikes! :o If dreams are symbolic of our waking lives then I'm in trouble because I had a dream that our house was surrounded by the police with lights flashing and all.
What I meant was that they're symbolic of how we feel in our waking life. You're likely just be stressed about the police state and you feel trapped, or it could just be symbolic of feeling trapped in some other way in your personal, perhaps even emotionally, and the police are just an excellent symbol for that sense of entrapment. Flying dreams are often a reflection of when we actually feel very optimistic and empowered, or even more literally as a sense of freedom, especially when we may have previously felt trapped. If you resolve your sense of feeling trapped, maybe you'll have a flying dream!
Oh! :) I kind of understand what your writing but gosh so many big words, I really tried! :-\
Quote from: Pat K on April 08, 2009, 03:08 PM NHFT
Or you could go with my thought.
Dreams are just the brains screen savers,
that it uses while defragging your brain while ya sleep.
Yeah, that one works for me! ;D
Quote from: dalebert on September 04, 2008, 12:27 PM NHFT
Yeah, I can see that. I've had a mild obsession with the guy ever since I saw him because he's just really really nice to look at, but since I started watching his videos, he just seems like a really thoughtful, intelligent person, and really peace-oriented if a bit misguided and delusional. There's a disconnect there that bothers me.
You described his character perfectly!
His convoluted ramblings sometimes irk me, but his heart is in the right place and that's what counts. He's incredibly sweet. Glad to hear I'm not the only one who developed a little crush on 0ThouArtThat0. :blush:
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Quote from: raineyrocks on April 07, 2009, 02:46 PM NHFT
Yikes! :o If dreams are symbolic of our waking lives then I'm in trouble because I had a dream that our house was surrounded by the police with lights flashing and all.
What I meant was that they're symbolic of how we feel in our waking life. You're likely just be stressed about the police state and you feel trapped, or it could just be symbolic of feeling trapped in some other way in your personal, perhaps even emotionally, and the police are just an excellent symbol for that sense of entrapment. Flying dreams are often a reflection of when we actually feel very optimistic and empowered, or even more literally as a sense of freedom, especially when we may have previously felt trapped. If you resolve your sense of feeling trapped, maybe you'll have a flying dream!
I had a dream about sharing a meal with Jon Lovitz. What symbolism does that have? :-\
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Quote from: raineyrocks on April 07, 2009, 02:46 PM NHFT
Yikes! :o If dreams are symbolic of our waking lives then I'm in trouble because I had a dream that our house was surrounded by the police with lights flashing and all.
What I meant was that they're symbolic of how we feel in our waking life. You're likely just be stressed about the police state and you feel trapped, or it could just be symbolic of feeling trapped in some other way in your personal, perhaps even emotionally, and the police are just an excellent symbol for that sense of entrapment. Flying dreams are often a reflection of when we actually feel very optimistic and empowered, or even more literally as a sense of freedom, especially when we may have previously felt trapped. If you resolve your sense of feeling trapped, maybe you'll have a flying dream!
I had a dream about sharing a meal with Jon Lovitz. What symbolism does that have? :-\
Geesh, I have no idea! Dalebert, any ideas on this one?
Last night I dreamt about an anarchy crop circle.
The night before I dreamt that a well-known Porcupine murdered another well-known Porcupine.
Would you people please stop messing with my subconscious?? :P
Last night I dreamt I flipped off a cop and he just walked away. It was right after breaking some stupid law with no victim though I don't remember what exactly, and the cop said something to me. I was wondering what the heck I was thinking after I did it, knowing I should stand my ground and stick to my principles but not be so confrontational. Anyway, after he walked away, a little time passed and I was thinking everything was going to be okay, and then he comes back and puts a cloth hood over my head and cuffs my hands behind my back. I remember I could see out which was odd. I just recall being at peace with the idea that I was going to jail for my principles but also wondering what would come of it. Wondering if people would write me. If they would make a lot of effort to disconnect me from any support and how long it would be before the people on the outside forgot about me. It was a bit soul-crushing but if anything it just encouraged me to be that much more thoughtful about the people who are in jail for standing up for our shared principles of non-violence.
This morning's dream, I was at some event with a lot of anarchist vloggers from YouTube including Luke12000 (http://www.youtube.com/user/Luke12000) and Junior00Bacon00Chee (http://www.youtube.com/user/junior00bacon00chee). It seemed like some multi-day event with some kind of rigorous schedule and then there was a shift and I was supposed to be putting on a tuxedo for some reason. I was holding up the event as I gathered all the parts to my tux but some lady was trying to talk to me or trying to sell me something or what-not and it suddenly clicked that I was getting married and I told her that I was the bride so she'd realize why I was in a hurry and leave me alone. I thought that was kind of funny.
My tux was white. I was finishing getting ready and there were several people around me. Suddenly the cold feet hit me and I got really nervous. I was having the most pronounced physical symptoms of nervousness I've ever had. I could hardly speak and I was shaking and having trouble dressing. One guy said he was a fan, and I said "Oh, are you talking about the comic?" I suddenly realized I couldn't remember who I was marrying. But then I was like, ah fuck it. How bad can it be? If it doesn't work out, I'll move on. It's like, even though I couldn't remember, I decided to trust my own judgement. Haha!
I got quite a bit less nervous then. It was more just nervousness of trying not to fuck up the wedding too much at that point since I was already running late. I could hear some performers trying to do a little bit of the show they were going to do at a reception. It was a pretty big event. The pastor from my first church whom I was named after came back to say "hi" and give me a hug. I saw my mom wave at me from a part of the big room where the wedding was going to happen. She looked really happy.
And then at some point I realized I was dreaming. I think it was when I was suddenly in just my underwear. It was a relief to know it was all a dream, but then I got curious. Like often happens when I realize I'm dreaming, I wanted to see what was going to happen so I decided to play along. But then I had to get dressed again. I was trying to will the tux to come back but I realized that I was actually sleeping in my underwear and I could kind of feel that I wasn't dressed so it was difficult, but it finally happened. Then I realize I had short pants which was ridiculous and I fixed that. Then I realized I didn't have my tie or a vest. I didn't worry about the vest and was looking around for a tie and I was like "Come on, it's your dream. It's all in your head. There's a tie here." and something on the table that didn't look like a tie at first suddenly was a tie, though not the bow type for a tux, but I didn't even think about that. And as I was putting on the tie and trying to use a little dream whammy again because it was hard, I woke up.
White Tux? yah ::).......................
If you married someone or something, who or what would it be that makes your mom really happy?
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on August 11, 2009, 11:24 AM NHFT
If you married someone or something, who or what would it be that makes your mom really happy?
Whatever makes me happy is all I can think of. She's never expressed any kind of preference that I can think of. She and my sister both REALLY liked a guy who was just a friend of mine when they visited me in CA, though maybe they thought there was potential for something else. I did have a long-term crush on him but he was taken and we probably weren't really relationship material anyway. He was a really good-looking half Hawaiian, half Filipino with a good job. He worked at the same place as me as a computer programmer. My family seems to have a preference for darker features, maybe because we're so Caucasian we can get skin cancer from a Florida postcard. I guess we're subconsciously trying to have kids who won't go up in puff of smoke when they step into the sun.
I suppose based on indirect experience, I could deduce something. She's expressed disapproval for a sibling's choice of mate for issues of acting irresponsible, particularly financially but also with things like how they treat her grandchildren. She thinks her grandchildren are really good kids and my sister is too strict and she and her husband spend lots of money irresponsibly on themselves and don't let the kids have much of any lives of their own. That disapproval goes equally as much to my sister though.
She's also expressed considerable approval for a different sibling's choice of mate because she stuck by my brother through some really hard times when he was targeted by police and jailed for months without a trial and then stuck with an expensive ankle bracelet. She doesn't have much money but she works hard and is financially responsible and she bent over backwards to be there for her husband, my brother. Mostly my mom and I agree on all of that.
You reminded me of something that happened that I forgot about. The pastor of my old church who came back to congratulate me was fired by the Baptist church when they found out he was gay. He moved on to the secular sector after that. He was there with his wife, which is obviously odd since he's gay and not married to my knowledge. I tried to hug her and she flinched and I "remembered" in the dream that she was extremely shy and averse to any physical contact, kind of a germophobe. It makes no sense, of course, to remember her because she's not a real person that I know of. Manufactured completely in the dream. She does kind of remind me of a woman my dad married late in life that I never met but my mom described to me. I all but defooed my dad; not 100% but maybe like 97%. Never saw my dad in this dream. I did see him about a week ago in a dream.
Wow, see why this is in the TMI thread?!
You can dream of anything, even impossible things. Everything in a dream is artificial, everything is made by you. Therefore everything in a dream is chosen. Nothing in a dream is random or nonsensical, some part of your brain has chosen to show it. Everything is like a work of art, this person, this clothing, the words spoken all could have been anything, but were shown as these specific forms.
It's not on the TMI board.
NSA computers are analyzing your psychology as we speak.
Quote from: Kat Kanning on August 11, 2009, 06:53 PM NHFT
It's not on the TMI board.
Oh, that's right. Doh! Maybe I should move it.
Something just occurred to me! As is often the case with dreams, they are very symbolic. Lauren said if I married someone or something, what would make my mom happy. The marriage is Quakerism! Hence my former pastor, of all people, coming and congratulating me. The thoughts I was having in the dream about this vague person whom I didn't know or at least didn't remember are much like my feelings about Quakerism. It's still not completely clear to me and I don't know if it's a match for me or not. Meanwhile, I've expressed some degree of commitment already, probably prematurely, by calling myself a Quaker. I converted instantly on FTL, in a manner of speaking, on very little information from Mark and perhaps a few stories I've heard about Quakers over the years.
And of course my mom is happy because I'm sure it sounds better than atheist to her even though it's still a far cry from Baptist or even Christian.
You ever have a weird dream and wonder why some character is acting really strangely, maybe even bugging you with their odd behavior? Then you wake up and go "Wow, that character was ME!" because it's all in your head. YOU made them ac...t that way. Makes you wonder what the heck is going on in the parts of your brain that are outside of your conscious level, doesn't it?
Quote from: dalebert on August 26, 2009, 09:56 PM NHFT
You ever have a weird dream and wonder why some character is acting really strangely, maybe even bugging you with their odd behavior? Then you wake up and go "Wow, that character was ME!" because it's all in your head. YOU made them ac...t that way. Makes you wonder what the heck is going on in the parts of your brain that are outside of your conscious level, doesn't it?
Yup, it sure does. :)
So...in the recesses of my mind the following dream arose.
I was walking in lushgreen grass(cut, but not freshly so, possibly wet with dew) under the shade of trees in what I assume was the northwest. There were farm buildings as if by the Amish. I make my way over to one building and knock on glass door. No answer. So I open it, step inside and knock on glass door again. Nothing. So I step back outside not wanting to barge in on someone's house and call out a few times. Finally, someone comes out!
Its a leprechaun! But without all of that stereotypical jazz ;) Just a smaller man. I ask if I can come inside. He said no, so I stood partially inside and outside in the doorway as he did things in the kitchen. I begin asking him about Quaker views. He explained something like Church of LDS or Church of Scientology(not the same, but the general idea of unusual beliefs). At the end, I ask him if I can go to the bathroom and he says no, I can't come inside. I leave.
Thoughts?
Well it sounds like you have curiosity about Quakerism and it seems kind of mysterious to you and there's a general feeling of not feeling welcome. The house and the owner of the house certainly seem to be analogous to Quakerism.
Have you been curious about it and yet apprehensive about doing what it would take to find out more like attending a meeting? Do you feel like your current beliefs (or lack thereof) disqualify you from participating in some way? Maybe I and some others who have been going can resolve your questions for you. The fact that your dreaming about it implies that it's something weighing on your mind to some extent.
That's just my take on it, of course.
But it wasn't mysterious at all, the door was glass. Ethan could see everything that was happening inside, and it was ... what? Ethan didn't say how he felt as he watched the happenings in the house. If it was pleasant, he may like to get into the religion; if it was uneasy, he may like to get out of religion.
Dale: Might be. I tend to keep religion to myself though so I wouldn't admit either way. I think a large part of it was reading on FreeKeene Forums about Quakers not necessarily being Christian since when beliefs were explained it was very non-Orthodox Christian explanation.
Lauren: It was dark(not excessively so, just lights off/natural lighting in a shaded forest-like area) and quiet. Modern design on inside, but outside architecture was farm-like. It was peaceful inside, but I like quiet so that may be why I think that.
Good points, Lauren. I think how you felt at the time about what was going on is extremely relevant.
Wow, okay here's a suggestion. Don't try to interpret the meaning of your dreams WHILE you're dreaming. I tried that last night and it's just silly. I saw some shady character and immediately thought "OK, I wonder what he represents?" I think it's probably best to be fully conscious before you start analyzing. ::)
You do lucid dreaming too? Sweet. Those are my favorite types of dreams. I haven't had one in a long time though with my decrease in sleep recently.
Last night I dreamt I was just about to leave on a vacation to Australia (which is a place I've wanted to visit and/or move to since I was a kid). All sorts of ridiculous things kept getting in the way of making my plane on time. I remembered, mere hours before the flight, that I hadn't renewed my passport. But then I checked it and it turned out to be valid for another two weeks. Then I took a detour in a car with someone, and she parked the car in a certain spot, and we went and did something and when we came back a dam had released floodwaters or something and her car was underwater in the middle of a lake! So then we were swimming towards the car, but halfway there realized it was pointless, her car was a goner. But we still could take MY car to the airport. So we swam back to shore, and were running I'm not sure where. Somehow I was now with a group of people, and they were all miraculously dry and clothed, while I was still dripping wet in my underwear and trying to get dressed while running. Anyway, like I said, it was all very ridiculous, and my alarm clock woke me up before I got to find out whether or not I caught my plane. But somehow, it left me with a feeling of hope. :)
:Leaving_in_a_jet_plane____by_
I think you REALLY want to make that trip happen and are fed up with your own excuses for not going. That's just my take. :)
Quote from: dalebert on October 08, 2009, 07:04 AM NHFT
I think you REALLY want to make that trip happen and are fed up with your own excuses for not going. That's just my take. :)
I think it wasn't really about taking a vacation to Australia (not that I wouldn't like to do that); that was a symbol for something else I've wanted to do for a long time, and I'm finally ready to admit that all my excuses for not doing it are laughably ridiculous. So, we'll see what happens. :)
Sometimes when I'm dreaming it's hard to say whether it's a lucid dream (I know it's a dream) or whether I'm just aware it's something other than my familiar waking life. It's not like I'm saying "Oh, this is just a dream". It's more like I'm just aware I'm in a special place and only upon waking do I realize what that means. When I'm having feelings of success and potency in waking life, even if it's mixed in with some doubts and fears which it inevitably is, then that often translates into some brilliant symbols in my dreams where I'm a superhero or a wizard or something. Last night I was a wizard and there was some evil dragon that needed slaying and I was laughing at some guy who didn't think I could do it.
I stepped outside and decided to try to summon up a storm (lots of symbols from the movie Dragonslayer here). Immediately I started to see a cloud formation that looked a lot like Michael Angelo's stereotypical God from the Sistine Chapel and I sort of summoned him out of the sky to do my bidding. I felt like I could make him kill the dragon or whatever was needed. So he kind of floats down as a cloud and coalesces into a giant bearded man, looking more like the stereotypical Christian God and he starts to come toward me, as if he's obeying my will. Then suddenly Queen Latifah is there and she calls out to him, looking really excited that the rapture is occurring. She tells him she's ready to be taken up into Heaven. He turns toward her now. I'm not actually feeling frustrated or snubbed or anything like that. Mostly it's just fascinating and I'm watching. He picks her up in one hand and she's like Barbie-doll-sized to him. He holds her up toward the sky and then a couple other women, one older, float up to join hands with her to be taken up to Heaven with her and they begin to float up toward the clouds.
At this point, "God" turns toward me and now looks like a giant smiling Queen Latifah.
All in all, it was actually a very pleasant dream for some reason, bizarre as it sounds.
WTF is wrong with my head?
This has to be one of the most bizarre dreams yet...
It was my first time to Disneyland. I enter it and its much more simplistic than I assume the real Disneyland is. I enter teh gate, go up one tower, across a bridge, and to another tower. Its in this tower I sell weed in the bathroom. I'm smoking a bowl when an old friend I owe money finds me, but I hide the bowl. She tries to pry my hand open(apparently it was tiny enough to fit in my entire hand?), but she fails. She gets angry and leaves. An old acquaintance was with her and we talked a bit. I leave this tower and suddenly notice drug agents around. So I try to stick around, but more and more come around so for safety I leave Disneyland and my backpack(for some reason at the security gate). I walk to a location for secret smoking and try to finish the bowl. I notice another agent and keep walking. Past my old elementary school and to my high school. I have to take a shit. However, its blocked off. A girl was apparently just shot to death. This is peculiar because it was a small school that was very religious. I ask the head EMT(who is milling about outside) if the bathroom on another section of campus is open. All bathrooms on campus are open. So in anger I jump on hood of ambulance and take a shit. There is an anti-Republican Party rally in the parking lot. "We are devoted to no Republican voting today!" I leave and walk a bit further around edge of school and mother picks me up in minivan and we drive off safely.
Quote from: EthanLeeVita on November 06, 2009, 05:15 AM NHFT
All bathrooms on campus are open. So in anger I jump on hood of ambulance and take a shit.
What are you angry about?
I've been having weird dreams too, maybe because I'm suffering from computer withdrawal since my computer's been on the fritz.
I finally got it to do a chsdsk scan and it's helping a little bit but it's so darn slow, it was crashing like crazy for the past couple of months. :P
One of the most recent dreams was about raw foods. For some reason I got invited to this really fancy raw food tasting event with well known raw food book writers. I tasted the food in 2 different fancy ballrooms and then when I got back everyone was just gone, food and all. :dontknow:
Okay, gonna give this a shot even though I lost so much of what was going on in the dream as soon as I woke up. It was such a powerful dream that really disturbed me.
There was only a brief scene that I could remember that was vivid and intense, but like watching a movie. I only recall something about a dead man lying face-down on the bottom of a lake so clear that you could see straight through to him. There was another man on the edge of the lake looking down at him. The dead mean casually turned over and looked up at the live man with this look on his face as if to express some cold hard reality. The dead man appeared to have been very attractive in life and hadn't completely lost it despite the very disturbing signs of a (recent probably) demise, mostly in his eyes, which were turning white. I have vague recollections that there was some woman involved whom the live man cared deeply about and I think that what the dead man was expressing and what was known between them and therefore didn't need to be spoken was that the women belonged to/with him and not with the live man. Maybe the live man killed the dead man out of jealousy but the woman's heart remained with him even in death. Maybe there was some kind of pull on me specifically somehow. I felt a sort of disturbing intimacy with the dead man if nothing more than empathy and maybe a kind of inevitability, maybe of death itself and how it awaits us all.
It woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep and that was a little before sunrise. I looked over at the door to my room and realized I'd left it wide open for the cat and heat transfer. When I was a kid, my sister always wanted the door open when we slept and mom always let her have her way being younger and a girl, I guess, but it left me feeling vulnerable because the hallway outside was so dark and I would imagine people or things hiding there ready to pounce. I also had to sleep on the outside of the bed instead of in the middle (between my mom and sister), another way my younger sister always got her way, and that left me feeling yet more vulnerable. I had a bit of a flashback to that for the first time since I was a tiny kid and literally had to hide my head under my covers until I could regain full lucidity and calm myself down.
That sounds pretty powerful. Frequently your activities or thoughts of the day before are a trigger for a dream. Do you think that is the case?
This dream definitely seems g0y-inspired (http://g0ys.org/). You'll know what I'm talking about if you listened to the after-broadcast portion of FTL last night.
There was this incredibly pompous and self-important guy holding me prisoner on this huge militaristic facility on an island out in the middle of nowhere. The guy is in some position of authority there though I don't think the highest. I recall that I had superpowers, but I can't recall if he and others on the base knew of them. The facility is sprawling, covering much of the island, though I'm allowed only in one portion of it, which is itself pretty big. This guy has explained to me that there are cameras all over the island and they will surely catch me if I attempt to leave the facility. He's very attractive and clearly holds some very thinly-veiled affection for me. He manages to come up with some really flimsy excuses for intimate physical contact with me like massages and helping each other exercise.
There were several points throughout the night when I would revert back into this dream and it would continue on, though I don't remember all the details. I recall very clearly assessing my situation and having a very small dilemma to resolve. On the one hand, I kind of like it there despite the fact that I am essentially a slave. The guy bosses me around but it's silly stuph for feeding his ego that's mostly symbolic, like fetching things and serving them to him on a tray. And then he showers me with affection which is actually pretty pleasant, though it can never be acknowledged for what it is. Meanwhile I'm placed up on a pedestal in the sense that so much effort is being put into keeping me there and I feel very desirable. The essence of my captor was that he was going to great effort to appear self-absorbed while hiding that he was actually quite obsessed with me. One part I recall well is that I quickly resolved this dilemma while looking up at the stars on a beautiful clear night. I knew I had to escape.
To say the least, the lifestyle there was not unpleasant, but there was this whole wide world out there and I was being constrained from achieving my full potential, particularly since I was a superhero and had so much to offer the rest of the world vs. this one guy who thought far too highly of himself. I was definitely tired of the mind games as well. However, I was patient. I knew they were monitoring me closely and I needed to plan my escape carefully. I remember finding tiny young sea turtles and setting them free at the ocean so they could grow up to full size (eventually) and I could perhaps find one and ride it off the island. My superpower was creating exact fully-functional duplicates of myself much like a character I created for a friend's comic book. I figured I could at some point create a duplicate that would be escaping while another one of me remained behind as a distraction though I hadn't worked out how to then rescue the original. At no point did the idea of creating an army of myself and fighting my way out ever even occur to me. There was just no violence in this dream. They were holding me captive but not threatening to hurt me.
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on January 21, 2010, 08:31 AM NHFT
That sounds pretty powerful. Frequently your activities or thoughts of the day before are a trigger for a dream. Do you think that is the case?
BTW, I typed up a long response after some introspection on that dream and then didn't post it because I decided to keep it private.
You realize your getting older and you see the open door to the hallway as the scary uncertainty of the future.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_of_the_Rarebit_Fiend (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_of_the_Rarebit_Fiend)
Man I have got a boring dream life.
Thanks to the application of enough medicinal beer, I sleep right through any dreams I might have.
Quote from: Pat K on February 06, 2010, 12:26 AM NHFT
Man I have got a boring dream life.
Maybe you're just a really well-adjusted and emotionally healthy person who doesn't have any weird issues for your subconscious mind to help you sort through. 8)
Quote from: dalebert on February 07, 2010, 08:27 AM NHFT
Quote from: Pat K on February 06, 2010, 12:26 AM NHFT
Man I have got a boring dream life.
Maybe you're just a really well-adjusted and emotionally healthy person who doesn't have any weird issues for your subconscious mind to help you sort through. 8)
Yeah that must be it. ::)
Ha I had a dream and remember it.
Me and Jim were fixing a fireplace, had to go to store to get some
parts, some of the "locals" gave us shit, we refrained from kicking their
asses. Got the fire place fixed and drank Beer.
Well that's the readers digest version any way.
Next time we'll drink beer and then go to the store.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on February 14, 2010, 08:26 PM NHFT
Next time we'll drink beer and then go to the store.
I thought you were the smart one,
I fear my next dream will require bail money. ;D
Well, get to it Swami Jim. Break down the symbolism of that dream.
Quote from: Pat K on February 14, 2010, 08:04 PM NHFT
Ha I had a dream and remember it.
Me and Jim were fixing a fireplace, had to go to store to get some
parts, some of the "locals" gave us shit, we refrained from kicking their
asses. Got the fire place fixed and drank Beer.
Well that's the readers digest version any way.
This being the readers digest version it will be hard to know exactly what is going on.
But I think the understanding of this dream becomes obvious with a translation of the image of a fireplace, which in your second use was "fire place". If "fire place" is interpreted as a woman, it would follow that Jim is actually big johnson. "Me and Jim were fixing a fireplace" can then be understood to be, Me and big johnson were (fixing) working on a woman.
"had to go to store to get some parts", What parts are needed in this case? condoms.
"some of the "locals" gave us shit", This happens all the time when a freedom oriented guy is buying condoms. The counter person says, "That will be so many dollars and tax." You yell out, "I don't want any tax". Invariably some yokel says, "Do you keep them on with strings?"
"we refrained from kicking their asses", cause there is fixing to be done.
So you got the fire place fixed and you drank beer.
Since it is the readers digest version, I can only assume the fireplace was Friday.
Glad I could help.
LOL! Um I don't think so, but nice story weaving.
Some times a fireplace is just a fireplace. :butterfly:
OMG, Jim! I'm LMAO at that one!
Wow, how incredibly frustrating. The forum suddenly decided I needed to re-login just as I was posting a message I had spent some time composing. Message gone. Not gonna re-write it. You were apparently not meant to know what I was dreaming about the last several days. Prolly just as well. It was insufferable.
Not the first time this has happened. I typically login for a week and that week manages to run out right in the middle of posting an elaborate message.
That was a close one.............
Yeah. Good thing about that 'special feature'
Since I was up late, I had turned my phone off so it wouldn't wake me up at 7 as I usually do. I woke up around then anyway and was trying to hold onto the image of this vile little creature from my dream. In the dream it was a huge slimey bug and I smooshed it. I took extra care to smoosh the head and juices (brain juice? eye juice? I dunno) squirted 3 feet. It was about three inches long with it's limbs all bunched in near its body. Before long I realized I just had to get up, despite wanting to go back to sleep, because I'd forget the disturbing image. So I spent the next couple hours drawing it and it made me loose track of time and have to rush to shower and get to Quaker Meeting on time.
Funny coinky-dinky-- Toward the end of the hour of silence, a really noisy buzzing started distracting everyone. Mark and I both thought it was some equipment from outside because it was so loud-- maybe a leaf-blower. Turned out it was a gigantic fat bumble bee flying over our heads. Someone finally got up from meditation to open the door so it could go out.
Back in 1983 when I was 17, I was in an accident that nearly claimed my life and claimed the life of a friend. I was asleep in the back seat of a car that was doing 90MPH+ just outside of Barstow, CA when it rolled due to driver distraction.
I was knocked out instantly and thrown out of the car. I remember nothing of the event.
But I remember the dream I had as if it was yesterday:
I was laying on my back in a verdant field surrounded by flowers and trees. The sky was vividly blue with wisps of clouds rolling by peacefully. Birds were singing in the trees, the babbling brook beside me was singing peaceful relaxation...and then I noticed cow. One, two, three....a lot of cows. And they were all lowing, "moo...moo...moooooooo"
As I'm coming to this realization of being surrounded by cows, the lights from the hospital start to fade into my immediate awareness. As the dream fades, I hear my parents voices softly calling "Lou...Lou....Louuuu...can you hear us?"
I woke up in a hospital 24 hours after the accident with a broken arm, several serious lacerations that needed stitches, a major concussion, and a new nickname: moo :icon_pirat:
I can't remember much about it, but I was having some kind of apocalypse-themed dream. I just recall that it wasn't that scary and I was taking it all in stride.
Quote from: dalebert on April 15, 2010, 09:04 AM NHFT
I can't remember much about it, but I was having some kind of apocalypse-themed dream. I just recall that it wasn't that scary and I was taking it all in stride.
It's the end of the world as we know it,
but Dale feels fine.
Quote from: Pat K on April 16, 2010, 12:16 AM NHFT
Quote from: dalebert on April 15, 2010, 09:04 AM NHFT
I can't remember much about it, but I was having some kind of apocalypse-themed dream. I just recall that it wasn't that scary and I was taking it all in stride.
It's the end of the world as we know it,
but Dale feels fine.
Gee Pat, that kind of reminds me of a song I know. :)
Quote from: dalebert on April 15, 2010, 09:04 AM NHFT
I can't remember much about it, but I was having some kind of apocalypse-themed dream. I just recall that it wasn't that scary and I was taking it all in stride.
I had that dream last night.
The news people where getting set to make a big announcement, but anyone who cared could see the big fire ball on the horizon.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on April 16, 2010, 06:07 AM NHFT
Quote from: dalebert on April 15, 2010, 09:04 AM NHFT
I can't remember much about it, but I was having some kind of apocalypse-themed dream. I just recall that it wasn't that scary and I was taking it all in stride.
I had that dream last night.
The news people where getting set to make a big announcement, but anyone who cared could see the big fire ball on the horizon.
Wow, are you serious?
Yes, but not deadly serious... or even as serious as a heart attack.... but pretty serious... but not pretty darn serious.
I dreamed I had a very skinny and useless vestigial arm coming out from around the elbow region of my right arm. It was kind of like a thin tree branch (about the thickness of two straws together) with a small flat hand and four flat fingers on the end. It was about a foot or a foot and a half long. The hand was about a fourth the size of my regular hand. I was showing it to some people and planning to cut it off. I felt around the base of it and it had sensation so I was a little worried it would hurt when I snip it. I then realized that when I moved my right pinky and/or the finger next to it, the fingers on the hand moved too like the nerves were crossed a little.
I'm sure it's symbolic of something I feel is a part of me that I feel is useless and unseemly and want to just get rid of it. Any thoughts, Swami Jim?
My first thought was that the vestigial hand had four fingers, which could mean that it is related to your comics. Comics are traditionally drawn with four fingers.
If I remember correctly your comics come out of your right hand.
You compared your vestigial arm to a limb, a tree limb with a flat hand which would be a leaf, so something that grows from you. Your rate of comic production has shriveled lately, so not a robust arm.
''...I feel [it] is useless and unseemly...''
Art requires a that a person open themselves to the world. It exposes an artists thoughts and feelings. This can be very unseemly when the wrong comments are brought back about the work. It may also give one a sense of wasted effort.
Your comics require a great deal of effort and little is returned to you. You may be considering whether to stop the comics, which I imagine might be painful to you.
I might also check to see if you have a wild hair growing on your elbow.
I dreamed I was a kid again, in from sledding on a cold night and warming up with a cup of my moms vestigial soup, no wait it was tomato. Definitely tomato. ;D
Quote from: dalebert on April 28, 2010, 01:20 PM NHFT
I dreamed I had a very skinny and useless vestigial arm coming out from around the elbow region of my right arm. It was kind of like a thin tree branch (about the thickness of two straws together) with a small flat hand and four flat fingers on the end. It was about a foot or a foot and a half long. The hand was about a fourth the size of my regular hand. I was showing it to some people and planning to cut it off. I felt around the base of it and it had sensation so I was a little worried it would hurt when I snip it. I then realized that when I moved my right pinky and/or the finger next to it, the fingers on the hand moved too like the nerves were crossed a little.
I'm sure it's symbolic of something I feel is a part of me that I feel is useless and unseemly and want to just get rid of it. Any thoughts, Swami Jim?
My Big Fat Greek Wedding - Now You Are Family (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWispEM3900#)
Quote from: Pat K on April 28, 2010, 11:57 PM NHFT
My Big Fat Greek Wedding - Now You Are Family (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWispEM3900#)
Pat, are you trying to say this needs to be in the TMI section?
I dreamed I was the main character in a movie and I knew what was going to happen but was powerless to change any of it. Some guy switched a few items of his with some of mine in my backpack including his passport and some other identifying information that didn't have any photos for some reason and the TSA and what seemed like maybe CIA or FBI agents as well began terrorizing me and refusing to even consider my explanation that someone was setting me up and probably off to do some kind of horrible crime free of the attention that was being diverted to me, an innocent person. At one point, they were physically torturing me by holding blocks of ice against different parts of my body. It was all very unpleasant and it felt like a really long dream that would never end. Through it all, I couldn't shake the feeling that they knew they were being completely unreasonable and just didn't care. They just enjoyed doing what they were doing.
Uhm, well... most of that is really happening.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on May 05, 2010, 04:01 PM NHFT
Uhm, well... most of that is really happening.
Pretty much. It felt like just an anxiety dream (albeit a really elaborate one) about the general direction of the police state.
You should just sit back, enjoy a goat ka-bob with tea and dream of beautiful things.
Do this for one hour everyday.
You will go from this :sad1: to this :icon_sunny:
That's sort of what I already do once a week, but maybe I should do it daily. I actually sleep really well and have pleasant dreams most nights. This is not the norm. Well... except for those damned pee-stress dreams. Those seem to happen maybe once a week.
I was threatened by a gang of teenage girls who were wearing bee costumes and carrying stingers like they were daggers and they were also the size of daggers. They threatened to sting me with it if I didn't give them some key. As I understood it, the stingers were extremely painful and could even result in death. I didn't have it on me and they suspected I was hiding something in a hidden compartment in the table I was sitting at. I showed them what was in it and it had a key, but not the one they wanted. I let them take it so they could prove it wasn't the key but that I wanted it back soon. They said they'd have it back in an hour and a half.
Later I was eating one of the chocolates the bee girls sell. It was made with their honey or something. It was the size of a small sandwich. Someone got onto me about eating their chocolates because Kat sold chocolates and I should be buying her chocolates instead. I said I just wanted to try it and wasn't going to buy any more from them.
That's the short version of yesterdays Social Sunday. :)
Quote from: Jim Johnson on May 31, 2010, 08:41 AM NHFT
That's the short version of yesterdays Social Sunday. :)
Oh yeah!
I'm not sure what a Goat Kabob is, but one an hour seemed excessive. Then I re read the post.
(http://www.33-rpm.com.ar/wallpapers/blind-melon-bee-girl.jpg)
If the Bee Girls can't make you go hetero... nothing can.
Quote from: dalebert on May 31, 2010, 08:05 AM NHFT
I showed them what was in it and it had a key, but not the one they wanted. I let them take it so they could prove it wasn't the key but that I wanted it back soon. They said they'd have it back in an hour and a half.
Did the bee girls think that was the key they wanted? Were they excited to find it?
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on May 31, 2010, 06:08 PM NHFT
Did the bee girls think that was the key they wanted? Were they excited to find it?
I told them it wasn't, but because I was hostile and only cooperating under duress, they were unwilling to take my word for it. That's why I said "go see for yourself, but please return the key afterward because I need it." So no, they weren't particularly excited. They did seem pacified that I cooperated at least somewhat and content that their threats had succeeded to some degree.
Later, I stopped by and asked them if they were done with the key yet. I was proud of myself for having the guts to confront them about it. They weren't but it hadn't been an hour and a half yet so I let it go.
Maybe you were remembering that I posted this video
Blind Melon - No Rain (C) 1993 CAPITOL RECORDS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmVn6b7DdpA#)
Great band Twirly, Hippy Girl... lol
I dreamed about taking a shortcut over people's rooftops. It was a familiar shortcut to me and I usually leapt skillfully from one place to the next with no problem. It was sort of Spider-man-ish. Actually, Assassin's Creed would be more descriptive of what it was like and I now realize I've been seeing my roommates play that a lot. The rooftops were made of sod with a bit of grass growing on them. In my mind, this seemed okay because I was always careful not to damage anything and I could come and go without bothering anyone. It was night and I usually went unnoticed but some guy was sitting out on his porch this time so I asked him if he would mind me going through. He said that was fine and actually seemed a little fascinated with my shortcut process. Then I had to climb a little bit to get to the next, slightly higher rooftop and I think someone who was at their kitchen sink inside saw me and was freaking out a little bit like I might be an intruder. Guess I kinda was; just without ill intent. So I needed to make a break for it.
This transitioned to me thinking about designing my hobbit hole that I've always thought would be cool. Kind of inspired by Russell's work earlier. The sod rooftops made me think of it. So I was now kind of half-awake but as I imagined my design, I was seeing it very clearly take shape and I could check out the stairways, walk around inside, etc.
Quote from: dalebert on June 08, 2010, 07:12 AM NHFT
This transitioned to me thinking about designing my hobbit hole that I've always thought would be cool. Kind of inspired by Russell's work earlier. The sod rooftops made me think of it. So I was now kind of half-awake but as I imagined my design, I was seeing it very clearly take shape and I could check out the stairways, walk around inside, etc.
(http://www.simondale.net/house/images2/front.jpg)
http://www.simondale.net/house/ (http://www.simondale.net/house/)
My thinking is find two hills that make a saddle, span the hilltops with a beam, and build between the hills. Natural drainage down the saddle that way.
Quote from: dalebert on June 08, 2010, 07:12 AM NHFT
I dreamed about taking a shortcut over people's rooftops.
There's a bunch of metaphors there: walking over people, going over people's heads, being above people. Any sound like they describe your situation?
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on June 08, 2010, 10:57 AM NHFT
There's a bunch of metaphors there: walking over people, going over people's heads, being above people. Any sound like they describe your situation?
Darn. I was going to talk to you about this at Movie Night.
(http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/0912/lucid-dream-you-cant-revisit-sex-dreams-demotivational-poster-1260326935.jpg)
That's pretty sad................
I think.
I had a dream they were selling green beans at this little hole-in-the-wall grocery that had golden beans inside and they didn't cost any more than regular beans. At one point, I was thinking I had plenty of beans already (that were like that) and then I suddenly came to my senses and was like "WTF! I need to buy every single one of these beans or at least as much as I can afford!" Then I woke up to my alarm for court.
I dreamed that I was showing off my boobies to fund raise for an animation firm. One man stepped up and wrote a check for $700,000. I told him there was more than money at stake, but I think that I really meant animation.
We're looking for fund raising ideas for the LSF
Glad Dale is free to buy golden beans... and now I'm wondering how great Cathleen's boobies must be....
The things I get out of the forum... ;D
It's kind of Jack and the Beanstalk, isn't it?
I had these two dreams right in a row.
The first, someone had prepared a really delicious meal. I fixed a plate and was about to eat when this older guy, maybe my step-dad or representative of him, pushed his plate over with pizza on it and told me to put syrup on it. The syrup bottle was near me. I pushed it back along with the syrup bottle and told him to do it himself, that he was an adult. He got really angry at my disobedience and started to tell me I couldn't eat there or something and I said "fine" and grabbed my food and started to go. He tried to take it from me and spit in it, but I managed to avoid it. Don't remember what happened next in between this and the next dream.
I and 3 ladies, all Asian (I think I was Asian too possibly) all underwent really bizarre transformations. We were all a little different but we all had knives growing from all of our fingertips. There was this special cabinet or receptacle that we put our fingers into to keep from accidentally hurting anyone while people stood around in amazement and took pictures of us. We had servants to do everything for us, both because we couldn't handle things well with these extremely sharp blades on our fingers and because we were apparently highly revered, almost worshiped, for our strangeness. Mine was one of the more dramatic transformations. Besides just looking very odd in general with huge, spikey, anime-style black and blue striped hair, I had one straight joint-less leg coming right out the middle of my pelvis. Instead of a foot, it ended in a curved blade. One of my attendants pointed out to me that this wouldn't impair my movement at all and I realized I could glide around easily on the tip of the blade just by leaning in the direction I wanted to go, almost like a Segway. I found out I'd been transformed into a demi-god in order to be the concubine for some Chinese god. The transformations made me very attractive to him (bizarre tastes, clearly). I was supposed to be really honored to have been chosen for this role and was reluctantly going along with it, I guess because it didn't seem like I had any choice anyway. When I arrived and actually met this god, I saw another like myself there that he pulled off the bed by the hair to make room for me. I think the other might have died but I wasn't sure if that was the case or if there were others alive like me. It was then that I realized I probably wasn't actually made immortal and that I too would still die someday.
Oh come on, your just making this stuff up now.
Quote from: Pat K on November 07, 2010, 03:23 PM NHFT
Oh come on, your just making this stuff up now.
Well, yeah. Not consciously, but I'm not presuming that it was beamed into my head by anyone else. I wore my tinfoil hat to sleep as always to protect from government mind rays. ;D
What did the god look like?
Disturbingly like an old boss from years ago. He was actually one of my favorite bosses; really easy-going and reasonable. Not at all attracted to him though.
You were not attracted to the god in your dream, he was attracted to you.
Your first dream sounds a great deal like an unresolved fight with step father over your mother.
Oedipus Scissorhands?
From Cracked:
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Quote#5. Your Dreams
Haha. But hey, that's why it's in the Insufferable Peppiness and Gloating section. Maybe it should be in the TMI section.
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I was in the lab from the TV show Fringe and it felt weird so I realized I might be dreaming. You'd think being in a fictional place would be enough, but oddly I wasn't surprised to be there. I guess it just felt familiar because I watch it all the time. So to test it, I tried moving something with my mind, a test tube or something like that, and it worked so I knew I was dreaming and then I just decided to have some fun so I start moving objects where Walter would see them (the mad scientist on the show) and making other weird things happen like making the phone ring. I did this for a while. Somehow this led up to me having a sort of Wizard duel with the Devil. Can't remember the chain of events that led up to that. It was a little scary for a while there but the other characters from the show were more frightened than I was, I guess cause I knew I was just dreaming. But it turned out okay. I kept my cool and vanquished him/it.
Go to bed high-- dream about aliens abducting people who eat raw garlic.
Quote from: dalebert on February 14, 2011, 05:22 AM NHFT
Go to bed high-- dream about aliens abducting people who eat raw garlic.
Got to bed after a Benadryl and it's even weirder than that.
I went back to bed and had even weirder dreams. I dreamt Marlborough/Keene had a seismic event and there were deep pits and lava and crap like that. Menno was running around trying to help people and I heard a lady scream her daughter was dead.
I eat raw Garlic, I would like to see some aliens try and abduct me.
I dreamed I committed some kind of crime with Puke. We had some cool powers. I think I was able to do a lot of things but I remember doing a lot of electrical things like stunning cops who were trying to capture me with shocks, either touching them or shooting lightning bolts out of my hands. I don't remember the actual crime(s) but presumably they were victimless. I think we were in a mall and at some point I realized I left my jacket which was bad both because it was cold out and because it was evidence. Cops were mobbing us and we were stunning them left and right but we didn't hurt anyone. At some point we were able to do it over. I don't really understand why. It might have been like going back in time and we were able to plan it better and not get caught the 2nd time. We just mixed in with the crowd and no one suspected us. For the life of me, I can't remember what we did that was illegal. It definitely felt like the mobs of cops/swat teams was a supreme over-reaction though.
The old electric Bacon dream.
I was visiting a friend and he had just loaned me a sleeping bag and I was just about to go lay it on a spare bed and go to sleep when I decided to take another pee just to be on the safe side. I was actually thinking how I hate those damned pee anxiety dreams I have where I can't find a place to pee that's both private and appropriate for peeing (as in like, not a house plant pot or something).
Their house was huge and had multiple bathrooms. The first place I went, the mom could see me and I tried just repositioning myself but it was no use. Then that bathroom was connected to another one and I went there and locked both doors (the one to the other bathroom and the hallway), only to discover the toilet was destroyed. I went looking for other bathrooms and finally woke up. I didn't feel any need to pee. It was just pointless pee anxiety again for NO REASON WHATSOEVER!
Urine trouble now, Dale.
If you were trying to get on the safe side and if turned out you didn't have to be on the safe side, maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you are being excessively cautious. Who was this sleeping bag friend? Someone you recognize?
Quote from: Pat K on February 20, 2011, 12:25 AM NHFT
Urine trouble now, Dale.
Good one Pat ! You're a real whizz at this stuff. ;)
Last night was crazier. I was Aquaman, apparently lying in bed really tired and possibly not feeling well and this friend came up and wanted me to turn into a snail because he needed snails in a play he was putting on. Aquaman could turn into animals for some reason in the dream. I told him I would use my animal telepathy to summon the snails in a small region and for him to just leave me alone because I was feeling poorly, and then I did. I was kind of snickering to myself because I knew the place would prolly be crawling with thousands of snails and sure enough they were everywhere a little while later when I finally got up and went walking around.
In another dream, I was on a college campus and some huge bearded guy came up and grabbed me and some other person in a double bear hug and he was crushing my stomach. He wouldn't stop. It was like he was showing how strong and macho he was and testing my own machoness to endure it. I was clenching my stomach muscles to keep my rib cage from fracturing or something. Then I woke up and Mark was there and I was telling him about the dream and I was asking him why I would dream something like that because I didn't actually have any stomach pain or anything. Then a while later, I ACTUALLY did wake up (was still dreaming as it turns out), and I was lying on my side in bed and wondering the same thing again. Still no actual pain in my stomach but in the dream it was getting excruciating.
Later today, right after eating at Armadillo's with a bunch of friends, I really did get a brief stomach ache and Mark was there with us. It passed before long though.
I was a high school student in a TV series for one of my dreams where many of us had super powers but used them in totally selfish ways instead of to help people or fight crime. It was a comedy. In a later dream, I was actually a superhero. I think I realized I was dreaming at that point.
All in all, I think I exhibited more dream powers than ever all in one night that I can recall--
Flying
Invisibility (that's a first, I think)
Telekinesis
Pyrokinesis (rare)
Cryokinesis (only the 2nd time I can recall, this time in the form of freezing breath, Superman-style)
Turning into air (another first) to seep through the cracks around a door.
If you're wondering if this means I watch to much Fantasy & SciFi media, well... I don't wanna think about that.
Jay says this is me and I cannot argue with him.
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The pope was in town and everyone was being really worshipful and reverent. For some reason, he was on a gigantic mattress, normal thickness but like 10 king-size beds wide. Jim, Kat, and I think Russell but maybe it was Lauren, crawled onto the mattress, staying really low like they were trying to be super humble, but it was still kind of bold. They were wearing dingy, thin, and very simple, long robes. Everyone assumed they were going to prostrate themselves before the pope. But Jim stopped, turned around, and just kind of laid back propping himself up on his elbows while the other two started prostrated themselves before him and started being really reverent. It was all a show meant to offend the crowd and make them think about how they were acting toward this crazy dood in the robe. I remember thinking "Awe Hell. Shit's about to hit the fan!"
Quote from: dalebert on August 15, 2011, 11:08 AM NHFT
The pope was in town and everyone was being really worshipful and reverent. For some reason, he was on a gigantic mattress, normal thickness but like 10 king-size beds wide. Jim, Kat, and I think Russell but maybe it was Lauren, crawled onto the mattress, staying really low like they were trying to be super humble, but it was still kind of bold. They were wearing dingy, thin, and very simple, long robes. Everyone assumed they were going to prostrate themselves before the pope. But Jim stopped, turned around, and just kind of laid back propping himself up on his elbows while the other two started prostrated themselves before him and started being really reverent. It was all a show meant to offend the crowd and make them think about how they were acting toward this crazy dood in the robe. I remember thinking "Awe Hell. Shit's about to hit the fan!"
Sounds like oxygen deprivation. Try sleeping with a window open.
Last night, I dreamt I resurrected someone. There was an enraged shooter and he shot someone in the head. I knew it was a dream so I just told him to rise and he got back up. I remember worrying he'd be all zombie-ish with half his head gone or something, but he seemed okay. Just a little bloody and confused.
Then the shooter pointed at me and it wasn't a gun (anymore?). Now it was a bazooka. He fired a grenade at me and I caught it in both hands, kind of Superman-style. Then I walked over to him and asked him why he was so angry. I knew he was in my head since this was a dream so he was part of me. I said "Don't be angry anymore" and the anger faded from his face and he seemed calm and remorseful.
I seem to recall a brief moment, maybe right after he tried to shoot me, where I pondered stopping him violently, but it just seemed so unnecessary since I clearly had the situation under control. Even the dead could be restored to life so there was no harm done.
Quote from: TackleTheWorld on February 20, 2011, 12:56 PM NHFT
If you were trying to get on the safe side and if turned out you didn't have to be on the safe side, maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you are being excessively cautious. Who was this sleeping bag friend? Someone you recognize?
I don't recall those details. They didn't seem significant to the dream, I don't think.
I dreamt another free-stater gave me a decent-sized bag of pot that I didn't even want cause I don't smoke anymore. I was like "Uh, whatever. Okay." I seem to recall there was some reason like he just wanted me to hold onto it for him for a little while. I was in bed at the time and he was standing next to my bed so I just put it under the covers.
I wake (not really tho) and it's the next morning, the same guy is there. He pulls out the pot and then produces some handcuffs with a long chain between them. It was all a setup just to arrest me.
I'm all "wtf. Srsly?" He looks really remorseful like he feels bad for having fooled me all this time only to betray me but obviously still going through with it so not THAT remorseful. It was someone I trusted completely but who had me completely fooled.
He handcuffs me and more cops arrive and I get arrested and I feel like everything is falling apart. Wondering if they're taking my house and shit like that. It seemed to last a LONG time. When I finally woke up, and it dawned on me it was all a dream, it was SUCH a relief. Holy crap, was it stressful and depressing and felt so real.
It was the betrayal that really stung. The guys name was Tom. I could recall his full name in the dream but not now. He was quite familiar as a close friend but obviously not someone I actually know. I seem to recall his appearance being very similar or even exactly like Jared Padalecki. It's fascinating to me that my subconscious mind could manufacture this long-term meaningful friendship in order to convey such a painful sense of betrayal.
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When Becky describes Tom he looks just like that.
I knew I wouldn't be able to come out of this unscathed...
First off I deny hanging out all night in Dale's bedroom... even if he is sooo cute as he sleeps. ;D
Quote from: dalebert on August 24, 2011, 12:11 PM NHFT
I dreamt another free-stater gave me a decent-sized bag of pot that I didn't even want cause I don't smoke anymore. I was like "Uh, whatever. Okay." I seem to recall there was some reason like he just wanted me to hold onto it for him for a little while. I was in bed at the time and he was standing next to my bed so I just put it under the covers.
I wake (not really tho) and it's the next morning, the same guy is there. He pulls out the pot and then produces some handcuffs with a long chain between them. It was all a setup just to arrest me.
I'm all "wtf. Srsly?" He looks really remorseful like he feels bad for having fooled me all this time only to betray me but obviously still going through with it so not THAT remorseful. It was someone I trusted completely but who had me completely fooled.
He handcuffs me and more cops arrive and I get arrested and I feel like everything is falling apart. Wondering if they're taking my house and shit like that. It seemed to last a LONG time. When I finally woke up, and it dawned on me it was all a dream, it was SUCH a relief. Holy crap, was it stressful and depressing and felt so real.
It was the betrayal that really stung. The guys name was Tom. I could recall his full name in the dream but not now. He was quite familiar as a close friend but obviously not someone I actually know. I seem to recall his appearance being very similar or even exactly like Jared Padalecki. It's fascinating to me that my subconscious mind could manufacture this long-term meaningful friendship in order to convey such a painful sense of betrayal.
You accepted a "thing" that the giver felt was valuable, but in which you now see little value. This "thing" was intimate, we know this because holding pot for someone is to be kept secret; also the "thing" was accepted by you in bed.
You felt this "thing" could get you in trouble. When the person reappeared you where faced with all of the possible ramifications of discovery of the "thing".
The "thing" could be a closely held belief that you are reexamining. A change for which you feel your friends may want to punish you.
Or it may be it's that you don't want to hold pot for people any more, just cause you could get in trouble.
Thx, guys. It all felt to be about the relationship with this ambiguous person. In fact, just yesterday I had a reminder about a friendship in which I feel very betrayed. The whole pot angle seems like just an analogy for betrayal by a long-time friend. The pot felt very much like just a tool in the dream, a tool for the betrayal, inconsequential really. I know who the friend in the dream represents even though the person was very different in the dream.
Or rather, I think there was a sense that people can turn out to be very different from what you have judged them to be and it was this particular person who taught me that painful lesson. I feel lately like I can't trust people like I thought I could and it's already causing me to change the way I deal with people. This dream was about the end of trust as I've known it. It's like this person has managed to transform me into a less outgoing person.
Quote from: dalebert on August 24, 2011, 09:15 PM NHFT
Thx, guys. It all felt to be about the relationship with this ambiguous person. In fact, just yesterday I had a reminder about a friendship in which I feel very betrayed. The whole pot angle seems like just an analogy for betrayal by a long-time friend. The pot felt very much like just a tool in the dream, a tool for the betrayal, inconsequential really. I know who the friend in the dream represents even though the person was very different in the dream.
Or rather, I think there was a sense that people can turn out to be very different from what you have judged them to be and it was this particular person who taught me that painful lesson. I feel lately like I can't trust people like I thought I could and it's already causing me to change the way I deal with people. This dream was about the end of trust as I've known it. It's like this person has managed to transform me into a less outgoing person.
Still sounds like oxygen deprivation. :)
Last night dreamt about giant dragons rampaging through a city Godzilla-style. They were literally the size of sky-scrapers. I knew I was dreaming at first so I just went along with the dream so it was kind of like being inside a movie and being able to interact with it without any real fear. Still, I just kind of wanted to watch things and didn't want to have to run from a giant dragon. It was apparent to me that individual humans were so small to these things that we weren't likely to attract its attention, particularly from far away so I kinda stopped worried about being spotted. They seemed more interested in "playing with" the bldgs, kind of like legos, taking them apart and sometimes putting them back together in weird ways, but of course this just amounted to rampant destruction and probably thousands of deaths if people hadn't evacuated in time and gotten out of the way of falling debree.
So I soon found a site being constructed in either the area just outside the city or a park away from tall bldgs. People were watching a nearby dragon ripping a skyscraper apart and a couple giant chunks of bldg fell in our camp which we narrowly avoided being crushed by. Some lady screamed at the dragon and someone hushed her up. We could talk in normal voices but there was concern that enough noise could still attract their attention. Finally the dragon left and people decided the bldg it was playing with might be a good shelter now that the dragons were done with it and seemingly had lost interest.
We started clearing debree inside. I realized my hand was injured. The middle finger of my right hand was cramping up and it was difficult to straighten and it was very painful. But I was able to move stuph with my mind since it was a dream so I started doing that. People were asking how I was able to do that and I just said I don't know, which was sort of true. I thought about trying to fly and explore the city, which was spectacular scenery, but I was afraid if I pushed things too much, I'd become detached from the flow of the dream, too lucid, and wake myself up.
Maintaining a lucid dream and staying lucid is a kind of balancing act. Being lucid in a dream is a lot like wakefulness so if you concentrate too hard on staying clear-headed and aware while experiencing the dream, you may actually wake yourself up.
So we discovered some businesses were actually staying open through the catastrophe, which was hard to believe. There was ice cream place giving away all their ice cream, first come first serve, because it was just going to melt otherwise. I guess they lost power. Then I heard about a theater that was having drastically discounted movie tickets and we were contemplating seeing a movie and wondering how risky that would be, like what are the odds that particular theater would get collapsed by a dragon. I think I woke up shortly after that.
Big storm anxiety combined with the ice cream scene from Jurassic Park, because you ended up at the movie theater.
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on August 24, 2011, 07:11 PM NHFT
... even if he is sooo cute as he sleeps. ;D
He obviously hasn't heard my snoring.
Tarin Lupo and Andrew Carroll were in my lucid dream last night. I recall pondering briefly whether they were ACTUALLY there, as in dreaming at the same time, sort of a telepathic thing, but I pretty much dismissed it as I don't really believe in that kind of stuph. At least, I haven't seen any convincing evidence for it yet. Shame though. Would be really neat!
Anyhoo... so most of the dream is kind of obscure. We were in some building and someone/thing was banging on a door that we had shut and locked. I told them not to worry, that whatever it was, it wasn't anything dangerous. Somehow I knew that because this was my dream and my mood wasn't one of being afraid or panicky, that the dream would reflect that. I was also kind of being preventative and hoped that hearing myself say it would help make it so.
So then we walked down the hall and away from whatever it was. I hadn't stopped thinking about it though. I sort of realized that, at least at the moment, there was nothing behind the door. Whatever it was obscure in my own mind and so it didn't yet even exist and wouldn't exist until it came out. Yes, I think too much. So down the hall a ways was a sort of auditorium. The three of us and a bunch of other people gathered in there and kind of readied ourselves for whatever might come in. The mood really was one of curiosity than fear, almost like we were waiting for a play to start. I think I woke briefly at that point or the dream changed. Pretty sure nothing came into existence after all.
Took a benadryl last night because allergies were awful and I had a sinus headache. Woke up still exhausted this morning but had to pee and went right back to bed. That seems like a prime environment for lucid dreams and sure enough, I had one.
I remember taking a moment to ponder whether I was dreaming and thinking "no". Everything felt familiar and real even though it wasn't. But then I was trying to go somewhere and kept finding the way blocked, like I thought I knew the path from point A to point B but the path keeps getting increasingly elaborate. That's a common clue that I'm dreaming and I quickly realized it. I relaxed into it and quite worrying about wherever I was going because it didn't seem to matter.
I believe I was in a courtyard cafe or something like it. To test it, I pointed at a cup of tea and caused it to slide off the table and smash to bits. At that point, I was incredibly lucid and clear-headed. I made a conscious decision to not be overly-manipulative of my environment, as fun as that can be, but instead to acknowledge that my own mind (some unconscious part) had created this experience for a reason and instead to just be more of a listener and less coercive. Once I realize I'm dreaming, I can move objects with my mind or fly and explore the dream landscape and so on.
A door opened and two chubby middle-aged men came running at me with awkward and unbalanced curved blades. I knew they couldn't really harm me so I wasn't very afraid, but just a little tense. I know I can feel pain in my dreams and it's still a little freaky to have something angrily chasing after you, kind of like being inside a scary movie. I was still incredibly lucid though so I thought for a moment about what I could do. I probably could have thrown them back with my mind or shot lightning at them, etc. It occurred to me that these guys were a part of my own mind. I had put them there. Attacking them would be representative of attacking myself. I just tried to let go of my fear, which had no solid basis, and I just held up my hand. They slowed down until the one in front was just inches away from my hand, his weapon raised above to strike. I just calmly said "No" and he looked confused for a moment. He may have even said "No?" as in, "I'm not supposed to attack you?" But he still had his weapon raised. I reached up with my other hand and put one finger on it and pushed it down to his side. It hurt a little bit but not much. Then they calmed down and no longer seemed interested in attacking me. Now they just watched me as I walked around the cafe just looking around, fascinated at what my mind had created.
One of them said "I have a sweet tooth." I pointed at a portion of a cake on a table or a cart, looked kind of a strawberry cake, and said "There's some cake there." But then I told him to wait a moment. I wanted to try something. I walked to a nearby table where there was some space and I held my hands out in front of me and imagined a chocolate cake was behind my hands. As I moved my hands apart, I could see it appearing, first kind of ghostly and rapidly solidifying-- a rich and beautifully decorated chocolate cake.
I was feeling really proud of myself. I think it's the first time I've actually created something in a dream.
It would be silly of me not to point out that last night Mandrik made a DELICIOUS low-carb and gluten-free chocolate cake and we put carb-smart ice cream on it (also delicious and impossible to tell from regular vanilla ice cream). I just felt thoroughly satiated. It was SO good. There is some seemingly obvious symbolism here of releasing an internal conflict without a struggle and taking care of my own needs. It felt incredibly empowering.
One more thing-- by deciding not to be as manipulative, and instead to just kind of go along with the dream but try to remain lucid, it felt less like I might wake myself up. It seems like the times I am really exerting my will to control the dream, the more likely I am to wake myself up and spoil the fun of having a lucid dream. It's like being in the holodeck of the Enterprise or something.
Had a lot of intense dreams last night ending with a very lucid experience. I was in some vehicle that I thought was a bus driving up an extremely steep slope and some rough terrain around a mountain to reach some special school at the top. At one point we lurched so much that everyone held onto handles on the walls to not fall out of our seats. I wondered how we kept from tipping over. Then I realized we were flying in some salvaged military aircraft called a Lynx. It was very specialized. Everything in the school (people, furniture, everything) was protected by some kind of technologically-generated aura. Everyone and everything had a shimmering halo around it. It was really trippy and I remember thinking it would be terribly distracting but maybe I'd get used to it. Then I realized I could levitate around and it was really cool and I think that's when I realized it was a dream. I thought about how it would be cool to stay there as long as I could and not wake up too soon but I did shortly after.
Earlier, I dreamt of a Native American shaman. Someone asked him what he hoped to accomplish with prayer, like it seemed really silly and pointless to them. His answer was "It gives flight to spirits with the power to move a river in my heart." With that, he waved his hand and these little creatures floated away in front of him. I don't remember exactly what they looked like but they were about 6 inches tall and it seemed like the wind just picked them up like they were the seeds from dandelions. It felt significant that he made no claim about expecting it to alter reality around him as many people seem to view prayer--practically like they're casting spells. The affect was purely inside him, but it was significant.
I fell asleep, the alarm clock went off and I got up.
Quote from: Pat K on October 20, 2011, 11:30 PM NHFT
I fell asleep, the alarm clock went off and I got up.
How do you make it through the night? I usually walk out halfway through really boring movies.
Ha I had a dream last night and you were in it Dale.
Along with all the rest of the usual suspects.
I had bought a house in NH and was having a party.
We were having a good time, thats about it.
Except for (this here is Jim's territory) I remember
Dale telling me I could not paint my living room green
and I was laughing ..........
Quote from: Pat K on October 23, 2011, 12:16 AM NHFT
I had bought a house in NH and was having a party.
We were having a good time, thats about it.
Except for (this here is Jim's territory) I remember
Dale telling me I could not paint my living room green
and I was laughing ..........
I will take a stab at being the swami Jim.
The party is obviously a reference to politics and you were having a good time which means you miss doing politics.
Green is the color of money, so I was warning you against appearing to be wealthy and attracting burglers. Common sense, of course.
And you were laughing even though it's not funny because you actually want an excuse to shoot intruders.
Also, something about your parents.
I... I think I suck at this.
;D
Go ahead and laugh Pat K, but Dale is right, I'm not having any green rooms in my territory.
Every rooms gonna be green now.
bitch
;D
I don't remember what the rest of the dream was about, but somehow I wound up taking a massive dump that required some toilet cleaning. Somehow, suddenly, there was a crowd around waiting on the toilet, and I'm trying to scrub away a vile mess with an odd-looking toilet brush.
Someone reminded us that we needed to thank the toilet brush inventor, so everyone gave a sing-song "Thaaank you, Doctor Lloyd!" like a bunch of school children.
That would Mr. Danforth, postgraduate plumbing device inventor.
Quote from: KBCraig on October 27, 2011, 09:26 PM NHFT
I don't remember what the rest of the dream was about, but somehow I wound up taking a massive dump that required some toilet cleaning. Somehow, suddenly, there was a crowd around waiting on the toilet, and I'm trying to scrub away a vile mess with an odd-looking toilet brush.
Someone reminded us that we needed to thank the toilet brush inventor, so everyone gave a sing-song "Thaaank you, Doctor Lloyd!" like a bunch of school children.
That would Mr. Danforth, postgraduate plumbing device inventor.
That odd-looking toilet brush didn't happen to look like a computer key board did it?
I was in a car with three other people and some sort of money exchange is about to take place with some friends of ours in another car, nothing illegal but it would likely appear so at a glance. It's not an enormous sum; maybe between one and two thousand dollars. One of the people is a close friend. The other two are a couple I don't know very well. A police car or two show up and suddenly, the couple in the front seat are driving us quickly away, not peeling out but fast enough that I'm wondering if it will attract the attention of the cop cars, and I'm hoping it does because my friend and I are being kidnapped. I can't remember the details but I think it's over the money but also some other stuph. I do know it catches me by surprise so the money exchange was not about the kidnapping, which is new. At some point, this person I am in the dream, this character, recollects memories of some other people associated with the couple who want us killed and I realize I'm in a life-threatening situation.
As we're pulling up to their apartment, not very far away, it occurs to me that my phone is in my pocket and they aren't paying much attention. I'm trying to pull up my friends who we were supposed to meet and fire off a very quick text, like "kidnapped!" or something. I'm almost caught trying to do this though they're still distracted so instead I press and hold the "1" key which I had heard defaults to dialing 911 on cell phones.
Shortly, we are in the apt and my phone is making noises. There is a recorded voice saying something about whether I meant to call 911. I'm trying to click "END" before they hear it but it's not working. The guy, who has a sidearm holstered, looks over but the girlfriend comes over to check on it when she realizes I can't make my phone shut up. I'm playing dumb like I have no idea why it's doing this and they're kinda buying it—at least they haven't figured out that I initiated this.
She takes me into another room as she takes my phone from me looking at it. It's a smartphone and there's a map on it zeroing in on our location. I explain that I can't get it to shut off or hang up, still playing dumb about why it's doing this like they initiated it with tips from my friends who were expecting us and saw us rush off. In my mind I think it's a combo of the two—that I called 911 and my friends have explained to the police that something was fishy and they've figured out we were kidnapped. She seems surprisingly not as upset as I would expect and it gradually dawns on me that she's not with her boyfriend 100% and she's letting it happen and wants the police to show up.
We're in the other room now and has a couple of glass walls or large glass windows to the outside and I can see police cars pulling up and cops getting out. I'm about to try to get their attention quietly, so the boyfriend won't hear by waving my arms or something when I realize they're coming this way and they see me and are drawing their guns.
In no time, they're inside, a lot of them, and one has a gun in my face which scares the shit out of me and I'm lying down on the floor with my hands over my head. I get cuffed and I'm actually crying, a little from the relief that the kidnapping has been foiled, but mixed in is the fear of having a gun in my face that for all I know is still pointed at me. I'm just trying to calm down and it seems an officer is trying to calm me down as well and I'm just waiting for them to get everyone restrained and feel in control so they can sort out who the kidnappers and the kidnappees are.
It only gradually dawns on me that the cop on my back who I thought was restraining me and calming me is dry-humping me. I actually stop crying, look around and see this chunky cop and confront him about it. There's a lady not in uniform, presumably an admit type, squatted down next to me and they both are laughing about it like "What are you gonna do about it?" He's continuing. It's an act of humiliation. I don't think the guy even has an erection.
"Are you seriously dry-humping me?"
They both just kind of giggle about it. Meanwhile there are other cops around as well who must be witnessing it. I wait for them to ignore me a bit longer before pointing out that I'm not a criminal. I'm a victim. Their faces immediately change and get more serious and he stops. I'm uncuffed. I go rapidly from fear and crying to rage. I'm not screaming but I am raising my voice.
"So you thought it was okay to do that to a criminal? That I had no rights?" I left out "innocent until proven guilty". It's felt pointless. But I said I was filing for sexual harrassment, then caught myself and realized that probably wasn't the term but whatever, and was laughed off. Unsurprisingly, they were showing complete solidarity toward this guy, but many of them looked really guilty, the woman witness in particular. She was more than okay with it when they'd assumed I was a criminal, but as they realized I was a victim, they were realizing it was a mistake but feeling above any consequences because they were cops.
I swore to everyone there that I was going to file a lawsuit which they didn't seem afraid of, but I also swore I was going to raise a stink everywhere and that everyone would know that cop was a pervert. That seemed to at least shut up their laughing and they were looking at me now in a different manner, like maybe this was going to be a problem. I was only just starting to wonder what actions they might be willing to take to discredit me or shut me up when I woke up. It took a surprising few long moments for it to gradually sink in that it was just a dream. I realized I had been talking in another man's voice, inflections, and mannerisms. I was handling it in a manner very different than how I, myself, would likely handle it. My voice was deeper and with a fairly thick New England accent. I was definitely not me in the dream, though it seemed like a little bit of me bled in.
My ears were ringing. It took a good half hour for that to die down. It's hard to convey just how powerful this dream felt. It wasn't that it was a particularly detailed or vivid dream, and I don't know how much that's because I just don't recall all the details, but the emotions in it were intense and sincere.
I saw a beautiful mansion off in the distance and I pointed out to those standing around me, including Barack Obama, that it reminded me of a mansion I have frequently seen in my dreams (didn't know I was dreaming). It was very familiar. I've dreamed about it before and it seems real, as if I've seen it IRL before or maybe just had dreams so vivid that it seems like I have. It feels like it's supposed to be mine and should be mine some day.
Then Ian McKellen started chanting something as he sort of pushed me down into a lying position and it was putting me into a trance--I couldn't open my eyes or move. He said we all have different powers. He was lying on top of me and I think he molested me a little, but I think the idea was he was helping me to channel my powers in some way so that I could get my mansion somehow, whatever that takes. Maybe it means coming into a lot of money somehow. That's odd though because I don't really care that much about being rich. Sure it would be nice, but it's not something I would go to great efforts to attain.
Did the mansion have one really tall pillar with two round blue grass gardens? Cause that's the mansion that that girl in my dream tries to help me find.
I don't think I'd every point out 'The Mansion in My Dreams' to Barrack Obama, but then Barrack Obama doesn't have to ask his daughters if it's OK for big white hetero males to marry some woman.
Quote from: KBCraig on October 27, 2011, 09:26 PM NHFT
I don't remember what the rest of the dream was about, but somehow I wound up taking a massive dump that required some toilet cleaning. Somehow, suddenly, there was a crowd around waiting on the toilet, and I'm trying to scrub away a vile mess with an odd-looking toilet brush.
Someone reminded us that we needed to thank the toilet brush inventor, so everyone gave a sing-song "Thaaank you, Doctor Lloyd!" like a bunch of school children.
That would Mr. Danforth, postgraduate plumbing device inventor.
I lived for years not too far from the Fuller Brush Company ;D
Fuller Brush man... Milkman... Good Humor man...
Kind of miss those guys.
We also had a bread man and an egg woman. My older sister, 2.5 yrs older, claims to remember some folks in the neighborhood getting ice delivered. The milk delivery trucks weren't refrigerated. there were hand sized chunks of ice covering the wire crates of dairy products. On hot days he would give us chunks of ice which everybody knows is self cleaning.
This one was a doozy.
Pat K had somehow become a 70-something, gray-haired semi-invalid. The rallying cry of the community was to cheer him on in his attempt to get in shape and climb "Mount Pat", a low hill in Keene.
I grabbed a ride with Kat and Russell, and we found the former monastery where Pat lived, and stopped to visit him, and to give Lloyd a break from his caretaker duties. It was a huge building, one of those sprawling, maze-like, late 19th Century "Golden Age" structures with dozens of rooms and narrow back passageways. We were shocked to find that Pat was much worse than we'd thought; he could barely take five steps without assistance. Pat grabbed onto my shoulders, and I helped him move to another room. My main thought was about how upset Mary was going to be to see what poor shape Pat was in.
While we were moving, we passed by the balcony that looked down onto the loading dock for Snoop Dogg's grocery distribution business. Even though Pat couldn't work, Snoop was generous enough to keep him on at full salary, which some people resented.
Decode that, dream doctors!
What was going on in your life the day before you had the dream?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB7HqZc2p2Y
I can verify that naps are excellent.
For many years, I've occasionally had a recurring theme in my dreams. It's about a house. The dreams vary quite a lot but the particular house is the setting. I think I started having this dream when I was house-hunting in L.A. and getting increasingly frustrated at how crappy they were for what I could afford and ultimately ended up getting a condo. It's basically a small mansion and it's like my perfect house. I'm not sure it's exactly the same in every dream but it's always recognizable to me as being the same house, even though it used to be in CA and now it's in NH.
So anyway, this time Ian and I were doing some kind of activism flyering and we were trying to leave something at this house and it was now occupied by someone famous-ish and they had guards at the door who were shooing us away and we got video of it and it went viral with over 200k views on YouTube. I remember in the dream wanting to contact Ian and let him know about this plus mention that it was a house that I had looked at when I was house-hunting and almost bought.
A house represents your life, the life you have or the life you want.
You want to ask Ian.
You shooed your self away.
What does it mean when you dream you're a prostitute. I'm asking on behalf of a friend.
<.< >.> <.<
"Last night I dreamt that I was having an adventure in Poland involving castles and mountains." -Leah Farrow
Oh, screw you.
Please overlook the fact that I'm from Arkansas, and keep the kissin' cousins joke to a dull uproar...
I'm working midnights now and sleeping during the day, which always contributes to weird dreams. Sunday was a doozie.
Let me state up front that the cousin in this dream doesn't exist. No one in my family even vaguely resembles this person. I've never known anyone by this description. I only have one female first cousin, who is huge in every dimension, several years younger than me, and not attractive at all. My other first cousins are all men, ranging from 16 years older than me, up to older than my mother.
The dream: so, suddenly I'm in my early 20s again, and back home from college or the Army or something. There's a reunion going on, and a cousin I haven't seen in years is there. We always liked each other, but never spent much time together. She's quite beautiful, about 5'7", raven black hair and blue eyes, trim figure. I break the ice when we hug by giving her a discreet squeeze on the butt, and she confirms the attraction is mutual by not responding with shock or resistance, but giggling and whispering, "Are you crazy, you're going to get us caught!"
So... we manage to sneak in a few kisses and gropes here and there, then the action is broken up by the whole family being on an archeological exploration of an unmanned island where we use ground penetrating radar to find the graves of shipwreck survivors from the 18th or 19th Century. The last few were found mummified in a house after all the others had died.
I told you it was weird.
So then we fast forward back home, where Cuz and I manage to sneak in a few more kisses and hugs, and that's it.
I'll probably find a picture of that women in your high school year book, cause that seems like class reunion dream.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on March 25, 2013, 07:04 AM NHFT
I'll probably find a picture of that women in your high school year book, cause that seems like class reunion dream.
Naw, we didn't have any lookers. There were only 24 in my class (21 actually graduated).
Then it must be asked, what has been happening around you in the previous two days?
The first thing you thought of is the most important.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on March 25, 2013, 11:16 AM NHFT
Then it must be asked, what has been happening around you in the previous two days?
The first thing you thought of is the most important.
The first thing I thought of, is I have no effin' clue WTF that was all about.
Absolutely nothing happened to me in the previous two days. I'm still adjusting to working midnights, so I spent most of my time off just chilling, trying to listen to my body and sleep when I needed to. Did some work around the house when I was awake. Didn't think a single thought about any cousins, shipwrecks, mummies, or much of anything of consequence except hoping for the winning Powerball (and I didn't even have a ticket). I wished to be home with the fam in NH, but that's every day.
I hoped the Razorbacks baseball team would have a good weekend. They swept South Carolina. I had a many-many-many-greats grandfather in SC once. That's about as close as I can guess.
Jim made me a sword which was really two swords connected together in a really unwieldy fashion and the blades could be removed. Thank goodness because they were HUGE. Then I caught a Thunder Cats episode and realized that he'd fashioned it to match the Thunder Cats sword and I was really impressed with the craftsmanship. He did it for free just to be nice.
Then I found out I was Merlin. Somehow Merlin showed up to tell me this which made perfect sense in the dream but I already knew from other sources. He kinda looked like George R.R. Martin. Jim was upset with me for not telling him sooner because it was kind of a big deal and I felt really guilty.
Had horrific nightmares throughout the night like being chased by really fast and intelligent zombies and living dolls. At one point, my cat shed her eyes like baby teeth and there were fresh eyes underneath.
Quote from: dalebert on October 02, 2013, 07:49 AM NHFT
Had horrific nightmares throughout the night like being chased by really fast and intelligent zombies and living dolls. At one point, my cat shed her eyes like baby teeth and there were fresh eyes underneath.
The zombies are old people and the living dolls are babies. The shedding cat's eyes are the renewing of sight. It would be important to know if everything else in the dream was dark or if it was light where you could see other things.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on October 02, 2013, 09:25 AM NHFT
The zombies are old people and the living dolls are babies. The shedding cat's eyes are the renewing of sight. It would be important to know if everything else in the dream was dark or if it was light where you could see other things.
It was nighttime in some parts but there was plenty of light in others. There was always enough light to see.
In one dream, my dad (who's now dead) was reading a really creepy monster story by Stephen King and then I was in the story. I kept reminding myself it was just a story but I was scared anyway. If you were one of the first two people the monster saw when it showed up, it would come back and kill you later. It was inescapable. Something like that.
Listen Dale if your gonna use up all this energy dreaming.
At least put it to good use and figure out a color scheme for my room
At Jim and Lauren's.
You're staying with J&L now? I should really try to make a movie night one of these days!
Quote from: dalebert on October 02, 2013, 05:36 PM NHFT
You're staying with J&L now? I should really try to make a movie night one of these days!
Will be staying... November.
(http://i.imgur.com/y6ufLjD.png)
I've been the victim of that dream several times.
Nope can't say that I have.
Yep!
http://sexliesandanarchy.com/2013/10/09/episode-97-i-ll-see-you-in-my-dreams/
I had a very lucid dream about being in some king's court. I started out naked so I went in the restroom and visualized a robe and finally one appeared and I wrapped it around me. Robes seemed appropriate for the scene anyway and seemed easier to imagine than a full set of clothes, but after I put it on, a whole set of renaissance clothing appeared on me.
The king was having problems with some dragon so I was playing along for the fun of it. Two other wizards were trying to get the job of slaying the dragon and I was competing with them for the job. I guess I thought it would be fun to sort of use the dream to play D&D.
I was having trouble speaking and I think it's because I was actually trying to physically speak through sleep paralysis so I just imagined what I wanted to say. There was no sound but the characters in the dream seemed to hear it and react. Telepathy! I told him I would charm the dragon instead of killing it and he could keep it as a pet. He ignored me and left but then he listened to me once we got outside. It was like he didn't want people to hear our conversation.
Maybe Keenevention nervousness.
Nakedness is typically insecurity.
Dragons represent a big concern.
The inability to speak points to a speaking engagement.
That makes Ian the King... who seems not to listen until you have him alone.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on October 18, 2013, 02:09 PM NHFT
Maybe Keenevention nervousness.
Nakedness is typically insecurity.
Dragons represent a big concern.
The inability to speak points to a speaking engagement.
That makes Ian the King... who seems not to listen until you have him alone.
Hmm... there may be something to some of that, but I definitely not the last one. Ian's been getting onto me to solidify everything which is completely expected as it's just 2 weeks away and he's forming a program. Anyway, he has been giving me total leeway as far as running it how I want.
Quote from: dalebert on October 18, 2013, 04:14 PM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on October 18, 2013, 02:09 PM NHFT
Maybe Keenevention nervousness.
Nakedness is typically insecurity.
Dragons represent a big concern.
The inability to speak points to a speaking engagement.
That makes Ian the King... who seems not to listen until you have him alone.
Hmm... there may be something to some of that, but I definitely not the last one. Ian's been getting onto me to solidify everything which is completely expected as it's just 2 weeks away and he's forming a program. Anyway, he has been giving me total leeway as far as running it how I want.
That probably means that in some respect you are not listening to yourself.
It's probably about something else though. I don't really have anxiety about the panel or public speaking in general. My only anxiety would be something along the lines of "Ugh, I have to drive all the way to Keene by 9am" but as it turns out, it looks like we might get a hotel room for Friday night.
Actually, it might actually be about a D&D game I'm running. I feel more anxiety around the creative energy I have to invest in that preparing to run it. It's been on hiatus for a couple months and is kicking back into gear in less than a week.
(http://memeblender.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/i-dont-always-remember-my-dreams.jpg)
A couple of really bad nightmares last night. I had long pins stuck in me, all up my arms. I was pulling them out and then realized a zombie was crawling toward me and trying to eat me. I shoved pencils into both of his eyes, through his eyelids because they were closed. I shoved them in really deep like into his brain and it wasn't stopping him. I woke up from that one in a lot of pain, mostly in my shoulders. I think the pain helped trigger the nightmare.
In another, Neal and I ordered a gluten-free pizza from Domino's and he wanted pepperoni, pineapple, and cashews. I thought it was a little silly to order three toppings (and cashews? WTF?). He had two coupons we could use for a good deal. I remember thinking they probably wouldn't let me use two. Then I witnessed a lady stab someone to death in the waiting area. No one did anything to stop her. Everyone seemed afraid she'd attack them.
So did ya get the Pizza or what ?
No. And now I kinda want one but not badly enough to pick one up or pay for delivery.
Have Neal buy it.
I fell asleep on the couch last night and I thought I saw Rick glancing over at me smiling but when I woke up he was still in bed. I guess that counts as some kind of dream. :dontknow:
Now this is for real: A few weeks ago I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and looked out of the window like I always do for some reason and I saw something that looked like a ufo. I saw that it had wide silver sides but couldn't make out the exact shape because there were lights all around the silver sides of it, different color lights that were blinking. It was pretty big but looked like it was quite a way down the road. It just hoovered there for a long time so I got scared and went back to bed.
Neal had edited some episode titles (which doesn't make sense because they follow a generic format) and made some of them really insulting to me specifically. In the process, he had fowled up the formatting so the website looked like shit. I was SO angry. I wasn't actually physically threatening him but just short of it. I had to be absolutely red in the face and just raging at him about how if he had just asked me, I could have explained to him how to edit the titles without fucking up the formatting.
Then I woke up and was sweating and hot, had kicked off the covers somewhat, and I got up to turn down the furnace. I thought Neal had turned it up when he was hanging out here last night and that made me for realz furious with him. I asked him today and he said he didn't and I believe him. It was on the upper end of where I might keep it. It took me several hours to get back to sleep. I'm already having trouble sleeping as it is due to shoulder pain which I think is from sleeping on my sides and just getting older so I was really irrate. I ended up sleeping in too late. It was an 11 hour night.
Maybe it was the Mexican food. ;D
Quote from: Pat K on January 21, 2014, 12:50 PM NHFT
Maybe it was the Mexican food. ;D
Listen, if Mexican food was making me have nightmares, I'd be having them all the t...
OMG, it was teh Mexican food!
I saw this last night and it must have really made an impression on me. I was watching the first episode of the new season and thinking it was way too early for it to be on so I wondered if I might be dreaming. I was. :(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5iS3tULXMQ
Then I had a pee anxiety dream and woke up and had to pee. Damn allergy meds.
I remember lying in bed and feeling like I had way overslept and it was time to get up. I guess the sun's rising earlier now and that's why. I need to start going to bed earlier if I want to sleep better. So I dragged myself up but I was really stressed by my mind felt so foggy, like I couldn't remember where I was or who I was with. I felt someone in bed with me, another man, but it was probably my cat.
I tried to clear my mind and realized I was in my own apt but I was seeing some unfamiliar things like a 2nd printer in an unusual place and I tried to understand it. I figured my roommate (he moved out about a year ago) had bought one. I actually wondered if I was dreaming at this point but it all seemed so real. I even went up to the new printer and put my hands on either side of it seeing if it felt real. I lightly hit it with both hands. Then patted the table. It all felt real. I stood back and looked everything over suspiciously.
Then the coffee maker was overflowing. My roommate had a habit of putting too much water in it or something. I was trying to think what to do--turn it off, unplug it, something, without burning or shocking myself and then *POP*--it vanished before my eyes. My jaw dropped. I was of course dreaming but it all just didn't feel like what I was used to as I have lucid dreams frequently. It just felt so real. Then I moved something with my mind and that confirmed it.
I opened a door and there were about four other people there including a guy my age and an older man and older woman. They looked at me knowingly like we were all lucid dreaming together. They informed me that one of the guys was going to run a D&D game inside lucid dreams. I admitted that was a great idea, at least until virtual reality simulations had advanced quite a bit more. I demonstrated some of my cool dreams powers I'd developed over the years of lucid dreaming. I moved objects deftly, transformed some broken fixtures and furniture so they were like new, and even made a portal in the wall to somewhere else. Behind the portal was an ocean scene. That one took a bit longer and more effort.
Then I asked where we were going to have the games. My mind was trying to connect all the dots now. They said it would be over the Internet. The idea is the DM would use a sort of hypnosis to put us all in a dream-like state and we would each experience the game world in our own respective dreams while speaking back and forth over chat. It's a bit silly considering that we were all supposedly sharing the same dream world without the Internet right at that moment. I found myself feeling very skeptical that this hypnosis thing would work and that we'd be able to maintain a dream state while still talking to each other over the Net.
Your dreams are exhausting, are you tired when you wake up?
FWIW, I had an awful lot of D&Dish dreams last night where it felt like we were playing roles. Parts even seemed like very elaborate stuph like I've seen at a Societies for Creative Anachronism event where people are dressed in Renaissance style and there are royal courts with a lot of pomp and circumstance.
I was captured by white supremacists and this guy had two big dogs, pit bulls, I think. I was trapped in some small space with them and he was trying to get them to attack me but they were uninterested. They just didn't seem very aggressive. So then he was trying to get me to attack him or at least mock-attack so they would respond defensively. It was pretty scary.
I had a nightmare last night. It was horrible. There were seeds in my marijuana. I was pretty upset.
Quote from: blackie on July 04, 2014, 08:20 AM NHFT
I had a nightmare last night. It was horrible. There were seeds in my marijuana. I was pretty upset.
Marijuana is probably something you like a great deal and so it represents the things you like in life. The seeds represent the bad things in your life.
The dream is probably telling you that there are bad things in your life that need to be cleaned out.
If you have the dream again, look closely at the seeds.
Quote from: blackie on July 04, 2014, 08:20 AM NHFT
I had a nightmare last night. It was horrible. There were seeds in my marijuana. I was pretty upset.
You see when a mommy pot plant and a daddy pot plant really love each other....
Quote from: Free libertarian on July 05, 2014, 07:17 AM NHFT
Quote from: blackie on July 04, 2014, 08:20 AM NHFT
I had a nightmare last night. It was horrible. There were seeds in my marijuana. I was pretty upset.
You see when a mommy pot plant and a daddy pot plant really love each other....
"They don't really love each other, those bastard males just throw their pollen to the wind and try and impregnate any poor unsuspecting females they can."
"Well, if the females didn't have their pistils out where anyone could access them. If you ask me they are getting what they deserve."
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on July 05, 2014, 08:13 AM NHFT
Quote from: Free libertarian on July 05, 2014, 07:17 AM NHFT
Quote from: blackie on July 04, 2014, 08:20 AM NHFT
I had a nightmare last night. It was horrible. There were seeds in my marijuana. I was pretty upset.
You see when a mommy pot plant and a daddy pot plant really love each other....
"They don't really love each other, those bastard males just throw their pollen to the wind and try and impregnate any poor unsuspecting females they can."
"Well, if the females didn't have their pistils out where anyone could access them. If you ask me they are getting what they deserve."
I just had a dream about some really strange Science Fiction Porn.
William has some really interesting dreams.
His latest dream he related to us involved Mr. Peanut as a sniper with a .50 caliber rifle. ;D
Searching for a Mr. Peanut image, found this one. Is nothing sacred?!
(http://www.nytstore.com/assets/images/515033(44-PA-1374)_large.jpg)
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on August 10, 2014, 08:15 AM NHFT
Is nothing sacred?!
Nope.
(http://i.imgur.com/PmLSsMp.png) (http://flamingfreedom.com/2014/06/02/episode-2014-june-1st/)
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on August 10, 2014, 08:15 AM NHFT
William has some really interesting dreams.
His latest dream he related to us involved Mr. Peanut as a sniper with a .50 caliber rifle. ;D
Searching for a Mr. Peanut image, found this one. Is nothing sacred?!
(http://www.nytstore.com/assets/images/515033(44-PA-1374)_large.jpg)
Surely inspired by thoughts of:
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6eL9DbrmMB8/UTjFFneHFxI/AAAAAAAAPZs/FSBrOUCPX18/s320/thismeanswar.jpg)
Quote from: dalebert on August 10, 2014, 12:16 PM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on August 10, 2014, 08:15 AM NHFT
Is nothing sacred?!
Nope.
(http://i.imgur.com/PmLSsMp.png) (http://flamingfreedom.com/2014/06/02/episode-2014-june-1st/)
Oh god NO!!!! ;D ;D ;D
There was about six inches of snow on the ground and I was horrified. I tried to remember where I was. I even asked someone. "Are we up in the mountains?" I wondered if I was more Northern. They said "no" and my heart sunk. I felt like I was going to cry.
That was the dream. It reminded me of a thought I was having again recently. Fall would be my favorite season if it weren't for the sense of impending doom that goes with it.
Like a lot of people, I had long thought that if I was having an unpleasant dream, if I could just pinch myself, I'd wake up, thereby ending it. Well, one time when I was having such a dream, I thought to pinch myself and did. Or dreamed I did. In my dream the pinch woke me up, but I was actually dreaming I had woken up. And as luck would have it, in real life a truck outside blasted its horn and really did wake me up, and I was shocked to see that both my arms and hands were extended away from my body, positioned where they couldn't have been if I had indeed pinched or attempted to pinch myself, so I am now resigned to the conclusion that pinching one's self is not a viable dream exit strategy.
...neither is falling on ones back. I tried that in a super realistic dream I had about 2 months ago. When fell I hit my head on the floor, after which I had a headache in my dream.
I don't think the pinch is to wake you up. It's just to know if you're dreaming, the idea being it won't hurt if it's a dream. I have definitely felt pain in dreams, but I don't know if I can induce pain in myself in them. Once I dreamt I was in the huge dark space and someone use a barbed whip on me. It wrapped around my waist and the barbs dug in as he pulled. The barbs were about an inch long and that's how it felt, or at least it felt how I imagine that would feel. It was excruciating. I didn't have a stomach ache or anything when I woke up.
I was in prison and there was a guy who could stop time except that bugs weren't affected. It felt like I was in a movie like none of it was quite real and I kind of knew what was going to happen a little bit, like I'd seen the trailer. The guy who stopped time looked like Chris Rock and cracked a lot of jokes. He stopped time and lots of prisoners started escaping including me. I was kind of a little guy in the movie (shut up!) and I was partnered up with a pretty big guy in my escape. At one point, a police van drove by but it was being driven by Chris with a buddy of his. I told the big guy it was okay but he didn't trust Chris Rock even though he had facilitated our escape so he went off on his own while I joined up with Chris.
You could have just put on your dinosaur onesie and been in disguise!
I think I have nightmares when it's hot. At one point I was being chased by a werewolf.
An another point, people were getting turned into vampires, but these weren't sexy Anne Rice or Twilight vampires. They would get ravenously hungry for human blood and then not be able to stop feeding until someone was completely drained and dead. Their thighs and hips would bloat out from all the blood and they'd get very comically pear-shaped. Their necks got longer and their heads seemed heavier and would lull out and kind of hover in front of their chests. Then they would try to act natural as if there was any chance people wouldn't see something was wrong with them like standing over a shriveled up dead body of someone they once cared about and be all "Oh no. What happened?" They were basically tick vampires, I guess.
Obama and Hillary were visiting Keene apparently due to Pumpkin Fest, though nothing to do with the riots; just there for the festival. I remember thinking their security was really lax. I walked right up to Hillary sitting on a curb. They brought a cooler of sodas and I drank two cokes. I remember while drinking the second one thinking that maybe they weren't for public consumption and I might get in trouble.
That's just crazy! I would never drink sugary sodas!
The key question then would be, why don't you drink sugary sodas?
I want to know what's he doing hanging with Obama and Hillary?
He might be "drinking the koolaid", that's what we're trying to figure out.
I had a series of dreams about really rude and obnoxious people. First was a special screening of some early Buffy the Vampire show(s). The guy who played Xander was there and looked really depressed. He went around the theater telling people we were supposed to pay a dollar but they didn't collect it right as we went in so people were handing him dollars. Then a guy in a suit sat next to me and smooshed me into the guy on the other side of me. He said he was a big guy and needed two seats as if I was now supposed to get up and go find another seat.
Then I went to a place in some rural part of NH called Goodburger that was supposed to have amazing burgers. I asked for two burgers but there was a long line so they would only let me get one. This place was super popular but it seemed over-rated to me. I forgot to pay so I went back to the cashier and he said it was $22 which seemed crazy high but I paid it and then a friend at my table said that's not right. That's not what they paid for theirs. So I went back to straighten it out and everyone was getting really annoyed with me for daring to question it. The lady who I perceived as the owner/manager just smiled and shaked her head. I said "What? Are you saying it didn't happen? Are you saying that's the correct price?" No one would actually talk to me as if I was just some ridiculously rude person and not worth a response. The whole place just reeked of being too good for regular people. It only occurred to me after I woke up how similar this was to something that happened at a burger place in Keene. They had a certain price listed and tacked on extra that wasn't made clear on the menu and I think my total was around $22.
Then as I was trying to work this out, I had pulled my cash out of my wallet for some reason and I had like $250 to $300, much more than I would normally carry. Three young women, teen girls really, saw the cash and smooshed up against me from behind as if to flirt. I told them to get off and they didn't. I said it was assault and they didn't care.
It is an interesting phenomenon that many of the elements of Dale's dream that are terrifying to him are kind of different for me. Of course the $22 burger is universally horrible. ;D
I dreamt about Free State Project, the musical, written and directed by Johnny Ray. I liked it so much, I tried to convince Johnny to take it on tour but we couldn't figure out how to fund it. Many of the latest candidates were performers in it.
Quote from: dalebert on November 18, 2014, 06:33 AM NHFT
I dreamt about Free State Project, the musical, written and directed by Johnny Ray. I liked it so much, I tried to convince Johnny to take it on tour but we couldn't figure out how to fund it. Many of the latest candidates were performers in it.
What a great idea. ;D 8)
Some sing'ng... some dance'ng... it still needs a story.
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 18, 2014, 09:35 PM NHFT
Some sing'ng... some dance'ng... it still needs a story.
OK we have Johnson as choreographer, who else can we get?
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on November 19, 2014, 07:18 AM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 18, 2014, 09:35 PM NHFT
Some sing'ng... some dance'ng... it still needs a story.
OK we have Johnson as choreographer, who else can we get?
We have no need for useless things here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_eUew3zsrM
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 19, 2014, 09:49 AM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on November 19, 2014, 07:18 AM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 18, 2014, 09:35 PM NHFT
Some sing'ng... some dance'ng... it still needs a story.
OK we have Johnson as choreographer, who else can we get?
We have no need for useless things here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_eUew3zsrM
Wow, I didn't expect you to share your home movies. ;D
I have never vomited and laughed at the same time before.
I was hoping you were going to get the Sucker Punch girls to be in the musical... cuz that would be more than swell.
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on November 19, 2014, 10:27 AM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 19, 2014, 09:49 AM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on November 19, 2014, 07:18 AM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on November 18, 2014, 09:35 PM NHFT
Some sing'ng... some dance'ng... it still needs a story.
OK we have Johnson as choreographer, who else can we get?
We have no need for useless things here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_eUew3zsrM
Wow, I didn't expect you to share your home movies. ;D
I have never vomited and laughed at the same time before.
I was hoping you were going to get the Sucker Punch girls to be in the musical... cuz that would be more than swell.
The swelling will be temporary.
Had one this morning. I was staying in an old motel that likely rented mostly weekly, and when I went outside to open the locker associated with my room, I noticed that it was next to the locker of some studio musician I knew from long ago who had stashed some paperwork in it regarding John Lennon from back when he had briefly worked with him, which he thought would be worth a lot some day, and since the key was "hidden" on top of the locker, I grabbed the stuff and put it in a plastic grocery bag.
I went back to my motel room and started going through it but the police came to my door, not relating to this but because I had been sharing my room with a girl who they had just arrested for some minor, unrelated matter and her stuff was still in the room, so I hastily stuffed the locker contents back into the bag and invited the cops in to search her stuff and take what they wanted to.
Then I went to an outdoor cafe where I emptied the contents of the bag on a bench and looked for the letter from Lennon describing the contents, which I was sure was in there, but it turned out that the letter I found was written by the studio musician himself, and while I was reading it, a guy who had managed a live entertainment club and booked local acts for it helped me sort through it. We looked at some old, black and white photos and he said they were probably of the crew of the J. Geils Band.
I put the stuff back in the bag, except for the letter, which I stuffed into one of my pockets. I then went to an apartment of someone where I intended to examine the contents again, and I searched my pockets for the letter, hoping that I had misread it and that it was, in fact, from Lennon, but I didn't remember which pocket it was in and I couldn't find it. I decided to leave the apartment, but the only ways out were to go through some ground level retail stores that were beneath it, so I slinked my way down into a store that was closed but occupied by the owner and an employee, and managed to avoid breaking whatever I had climbed down, which was some kind of display. I don't think the dream ended there but I don't remember what happened after that.
FWIW, in real life, I had "googled" The Immigrant Song earlier that day, just to confirm the content of a post I was composing for another thread regarding Neil Sedaka, and nearly 40 years ago, I spoke to someone on the J. Geils's Band crew about doing some work with their "flash pots".
Rock and Roll content earned your dream a karma point ;D 8)
I'm sure Johnson, the dream interpreter, will correct me... But here goes.
Feelings about the paths that your life could have taken.
Extra points for good name dropping, 8) ;D
(http://i.imgur.com/XHOzmF3.png)
I was at some event, a conference or something, maybe Liberty Forum because I think other free-staters were there. Andy Samberg (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Samberg) was there, presumably as a guest, and I thought he had gotten my name tag by mistake. I think I tried to get his attention but he was distracted so I just walked up and grabbed it off of him. He didn't notice. Then I looked closer and saw it said "role-model" and embarrassingly realized it wasn't my name tag after all and gave it back to him. Then I found my name tag at the registration table.
Andy Samberg is an anagram for grandames, dragsman and mangabey... but one should always check at registration first.
So I was dreaming that Ron Paul visited our house. He stepped into the door and told me he had to pee. For some reason I was thinking of him as a country boy, so I said well go where ever you like. Thinking he would just pee on a tree or some-such.
Imagine my surprise when he peed in the trashcan, right beside the toilet. ;D ;D ;D
I was in some weird dimension where everyone spoke softly. It kind of felt like some version of Heaven. They weren't capable of speaking above a whisper. And everyone's body's were soft and their skin was really smooth. There was sort of a mall with a food court where everything was free. There were vending machines that only needed to have the supplies swapped out by us and the supplies were endless.
Then a few people showed up who had hard, sharp crystals growing out of their skin in places. They had a sharp crystal for every act of aggression from their previous lives. They were bullies and they would take pieces of their crystals out of their skin and threaten people with them. I suggested that we snatch crystals from them and defend ourselves.
Violence is never the answer.
I'll post the short version first.
Last night--out of clean underwear. Have somewhere to be at 1pm today. Realize I MUST remember to do laundry first thing this morning so it will be clean and dry in time.
Go to sleep. Have anxiety dreams all night about forgetting to do my laundry and I keep getting distracted when I start to go do it.
Wake up and feel very relieved it was just a dream.
Find Kaya sleeping on my laundry pile, something she has NEVER done.
Longer version. Get comfy. This one's a doozy. Before the dream description, a little setup.
So the last couple of days, I've been aware that I desperately need to do laundry. I was going to run out of underwear as of today. But then I had to rush down to Keene unexpectedly yesterday and all day was completely booked up (shovel 3 feet of snow off my roof and then rush back for a D&D game last night), and I have somewhere to be at 1pm today so I knew from experience that I better put laundry in first thing in the morning before I got distracted making coffee and working on other stuff so it would have time to wash and then dry so I can shower and have clean underwear today.
The dream(s)...
I'm at some nerdy convention and I get invited to join a GURPS game (a weird role-playing game) that already has like 20 players. Lots of pressure so I join them and sit at the table and realize it's going to be forever until it's my turn to do anything and it's just way too many people and it's going to take a while. I suddenly remember I need to do my laundry and it's already after 10am so I bail on the game to go back to my room.
On the way, I happen upon this gathering of amazing cos-players (people wearing elaborate homemade costume of their favorite characters from fiction), all superheros, and they're all sitting on, standing on, or hanging from this huge temporary construction latticework nearly filling this large atrium. They're apparently gathering due to some real threat so it's like they're real superheros and I get the impression at least some might have real powers because they have glowing auras or fire in their hands or what-not. They're apparently trying to pick a leader because some guy points at me as I arrive quite late and confidently says "He should be our leader." I feel a little flattered, but it seems ridiculous. I say "You don't even know anything about me," and I sit down.
Then I remember I'm already running late for getting my laundry started and I get really mad at myself for forgetting, AGAIN. I get up and sort of float out the door. I start to become aware that I'm dreaming, sort of, but I feel like I have to get back to my hotel room. I think it symbolizes waking up. Going upward in a dream always seems to be symbolic of waking for me. I'm flying as fast as I can, which still feels really slow like I'm getting a lot of air resistance or something. I realize I don't know my room number and it occurs to me to check my pocket for a key and there's a key chain with the floor and number (4 and 8). So I press the button for floor 4 and the elevator is going up and I wake up. This isn't a fake-out. I actually did wake up.
I feel very relieved to know that it was just a dream, it's still early, and I've remembered that I need to do my laundry. I lie there for a while getting up the energy to get up and I can hear the raspy sounds of Kaya licking herself. She used to always sleep in the bed with me but the last few weeks she's been staying in the living room in front of the furnace all night for some bizarre reason. So it's odd to me that she's even in my room at all. Then I hear her snoring and it again strikes me as weird that she's in my room sleeping, but not in bed with me.
When I finally get up, she's sleeping right smack in the middle of my pile of dirty laundry, something I have NEVER seen her do. I hate to disturb her if I don't have to so I try to make just a little bit of noise. She's usually been up and is impatiently waiting for me to feed her when I wake up but not today and I figure she just needs to realize I'm up so I'm making a little more noise near her. No use. I go in the kitchen and start heating water for coffee and all the stuff that usually brings her running for breakfast. Nope. She's still sound asleep. Finally I just start putting items into my laundry bin starting with the things she's less on top of and she wakes up but stays put. It's not until I've gotten almost everything and finally pull several items from underneath her that she finally gets up.
I'm not one to believe in psychic crap. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for this. I think maybe I was talking in my sleep about my laundry and she overheard me and decided to play a joke on me.
Cats know everything and people are just too easy to mess with.
Dale,
Your cat is trying to tell you if it had an opposable thumb it would fold your laundry for you. It also would appreciate a can of tuna for considering doing this.
I had a dream about octopi moving into a pregnant woman's womb in a symbiotic relationship. There were these tubes hanging everywhere inside the womb filled with fetuses but they wouldn't all drop out. The octopi were massaging the tubes and squeezing out the fetuses that would get stuck. So they reduced complications related to pregnancy and helped the woman to release more fetuses into her womb, and they only ate a few of them so the woman could have more babies (all at once, presumably along with expelling the octopi). It was a win-win.
Dreamt I was acting as Carla's agent for some job and when I succeeded in helping her land it, one of the perks was we got to live in my dream house (literally-- it's a ridiculously huge mansion that recurs in my dreams). Several other people we know were already living there but the place was so huge you could rarely bump into them.
I'm usually really good at being able to tell I'm dreaming. I even wondered that this time and I contemplated it but everything just seemed so real so I convinced myself otherwise. You'd think I would have been clued in when three Jessie Eisenbergs showed up and mentioned a 4-way.
I liked that you used the word Octopi when describing your previous dream, it hardly ever gets used.
Why would you ever want just one octopus massaging your fetal tubes when you could have several octopi?
Tom Sawyer was put in charge of Porcfest 2016 and some new people were complaining about silly things, like there were too many tents or something. Some old guy tried to stab me with a tree branch and that woke me up.
Holy crap! "Too many tents" just seemed like a very bizarre thing to be complaining about and it only JUST hit me. People often talk about a big tent that encompasses a really broad variety of viewpoints. This Porcfest had a lot of tents instead of one big one.
OMG it's the end time...
But, now just a minute here...
If Mark can appoint himself King, I could become the Czar!
"Welcome to biCzar Porcfest 2016!"
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on April 12, 2016, 07:59 AM NHFT
OMG it's the end time...
But, now just a minute here...
If Mark can appoint himself King, I could become the Czar!
"Welcome to biCzar Porcfest 2016!"
Maybe I can help? I happen to hold an "Emperor crown" in safe storage. I bet Evan would let you use it.
You'll need a long title though...."His Majesty Czar Emperor Thomas Sawyer Protector of the Danged" is catchy what do you think?
Quote from: Free libertarian on April 12, 2016, 10:19 AM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on April 12, 2016, 07:59 AM NHFT
OMG it's the end time...
But, now just a minute here...
If Mark can appoint himself King, I could become the Czar!
"Welcome to biCzar Porcfest 2016!"
Maybe I can help? I happen to hold an "Emperor crown" in safe storage. I bet Evan would let you use it.
You'll need a long title though...."His Majesty Czar Emperor Thomas Sawyer Protector of the Danged" is catchy what do you think?
Perhaps I should welcome folks as they arrive to Porcfest!
A bunch of people were trying to kill me and I was defending myself with guns and stuff. I got some of them but there was one guy left who seemed to be immune to bullets for some reason. I summoned a poop monster that ate him and pooped him out so he was just poop. It was like a giant amoeba but it was kind of mattress-shaped.
Not to veer off topic too far, but how does one "summon a poop monster" ?
Quote from: Free libertarian on May 18, 2016, 07:19 AM NHFT
Not to veer off topic too far, but how does one "summon a poop monster" ?
You're a Dad, and you don't know how that's done?
Quote from: Jim Johnson on May 18, 2016, 07:22 AM NHFT
Quote from: Free libertarian on May 18, 2016, 07:19 AM NHFT
Not to veer off topic too far, but how does one "summon a poop monster" ?
You're a Dad, and you don't know how that's done?
Changing a diaper that is only wet seems to yield immediate results.
Quote from: Free libertarian on May 18, 2016, 07:19 AM NHFT
Not to veer off topic too far, but how does one "summon a poop monster" ?
Also not to veer off topic, sometimes I do things in my dreams that are not possible in waking life and how I do them doesn't necessarily make a lot of sense. FWIW, I didn't summon it by pooping it myself. It kind of just appeared and engulfed my enemy. Maybe it came out of a toiler or the sewers somehow. Don't remember such details.
Time for Swami Jim to interpret.
Sounds like you just have to study some Carlos Castaneda (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Castaneda) and the lucid dreaming techniques. Start controlling your dream world and your power could grow tremendously.
Quote from: KBCraig on May 18, 2016, 06:00 PM NHFT
Quote from: Jim Johnson on May 18, 2016, 07:22 AM NHFT
Quote from: Free libertarian on May 18, 2016, 07:19 AM NHFT
Not to veer off topic too far, but how does one "summon a poop monster" ?
You're a Dad, and you don't know how that's done?
Changing a diaper that is only wet seems to yield immediate results.
Yes exactly, in the cat world that is known as the clean litterbox phenomenon.
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on May 19, 2016, 07:55 AM NHFT
Sounds like you just have to study some Carlos Castaneda (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Castaneda) and the lucid dreaming techniques. Start controlling your dream world and your power could grow tremendously.
Got shrooms, Don Juan Sawyer?
Quote from: KBCraig on May 21, 2016, 12:04 AM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on May 19, 2016, 07:55 AM NHFT
Sounds like you just have to study some Carlos Castaneda (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Castaneda) and the lucid dreaming techniques. Start controlling your dream world and your power could grow tremendously.
Got shrooms, Don Juan Sawyer?
Made me think of my favorite Simpson episode The Mysterious Voyage of Homer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BceHGzsDVLY) when Homer eats the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and takes a trip. Johnny Cash as the voice of the coyote was pretty great.
Season 5, episode 5 of Louie--he's having crazy dreams. You gotta see it.
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on May 21, 2016, 08:23 AM NHFTMade me think of my favorite Simpson episode The Mysterious Voyage of Homer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BceHGzsDVLY) when Homer eats the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and takes a trip. Johnny Cash as the voice of the coyote was pretty great.
There are two kinds of Simpsons fans in this world: those whose favorite episode is that one, and those who are wrong!
Hands down, the best episode they ever did.
Quote from: MaineShark on May 23, 2016, 06:08 PM NHFT
Quote from: Tom Sawyer on May 21, 2016, 08:23 AM NHFTMade me think of my favorite Simpson episode The Mysterious Voyage of Homer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BceHGzsDVLY) when Homer eats the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and takes a trip. Johnny Cash as the voice of the coyote was pretty great.
There are two kinds of Simpsons fans in this world: those whose favorite episode is that one, and those who are wrong!
Hands down, the best episode they ever did.
Wow, it's wonderful to have my rightness confirmed. 8) :D