(You might be interested in my latest Finn entries, Alia. Dreams.
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Nicholas |
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Yes ...
(You might be interested in my latest Finn entries, Alia. Dreams. |
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Alia |
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I'm there, hehe.
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Texas Republic Agent |
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Howdy everybody
Last night, I dreamed that I was on a police squad, perhaps the SWAT team or something. I had this HUGE shotgun. We were raiding some bad guys' nest or something, and my friends had these smaller automatics. We burst in upon these bad dudes, and my friends started killing all of them! I tried to be cool and I lifted my shotgun with one arm trying to aim it at somebody, only it was too heavy. When I fired, I totally missed. This is all happening in slow motion, by the way. I motion to @#%$ the shotgun to release the used shell. Okay, only when I pulled the cocking thing forward, it fell off the gun. I was dumbfounded, looking at this thing I just pulled off the shotgun. Meanwhile, my friends are slaughtering these bad guys. I chuckled to myself a bit amidst the gunfire, and then carefully refitted the cocking mechanism onto the gun and cocked it. Then I went to aim it at the last remaining bad dude only to have a friend kill him first! DAMN! My aunt was there too afterwards. She was laughing at me and telling me to practice. She told me to shoot these cans about 10 feet away. I said, "Sure!" Aimed the shotgun. And that's when I abruptly woke up. Talk about feeling useless! Adios |
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ljim2000 |
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Watched a movie by Richard Linklater (of Slacker fame) on the subject last night called Waking Life. It was good, if a little intentionally pretentious. It's animated, which allows it to do things that you could normally only do in dreams. The animation is very realistic at times but with really surreal distortions. A lot of the same actors from Slacker are in it, as the main characters dream encounters.
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LuckyLotus23 |
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Had a terrible nightmare the other night. I dreamt that it was the first day of classes but I didn't have my program with me, so I was rushing frantically around for a computer to access my schedule. No luck
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Alia |
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Something like that really happened to the seniors in my school, when I was a junior. Many of them didn't have their schedules, so you know what they did? Went to the classes they were sure of, the college ones, and just wandered aimlessly around the rest of the day. Next time you dream that Lucky, don't fret. Go buy a coffee and a sandwich and have lunch in the park. Watch the pancake man, haha.
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LuckyLotus23 |
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I totally get everything you said, except the "pancake man"?
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Alia |
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Oh, you've never seen this guy, late 20s I'd say, who puts on his show in the fountain of the park? He juggles, throws around suitcases, and in the end, cooks a pancake. Only in New York.
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Nicholas |
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Ohh yeah, I've seen that guy. Although I never hung around to see the pancake part. Does anyone get to eat it?
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Alia |
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Not when I was there. You wouldn't want to anyhow. He dropped it on the floor by accident. Didn't catch it mid-air.
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LuckyLotus23 |
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Ohhhh! You mean those shows in the park. I've probably seen him, but definitely not the pancake part
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NoCode |
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LuckyLotus was once bitten by a radioactive snake that came out of a drinking fountain.
So now you all know. Resident Aural Intercourse Specialist, NoCode a.k.a. the Great Mouhoallah the Third. |
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Nicholas |
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(Yay, NoCode's back and stuff.)
Ah, I see. Now everything makes sense. Except ... where does Chihuahua Boy come in? |
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Alia |
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The what now?
Sorta getting back on topic, eh-hem. I've been having a lot of dreams the past week. Every night I'll have numerous ones, but when I wake up, I'm lucky if I remember any one dream. Is this a cycle, having no dreams for awhile, then all at once? |
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Nicholas |
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Something similar happens to me. But for me at least, I think it's because my sleeping patterns tend to be kind of cyclical too -- one week, I might be pretty good about getting to bed at an appropriate time, whereas the next, I might be suffering through one long insomnia spell. And that affects when I wake up.
You remember your dreams only if you wake up in the midst of REM sleep. If you wake up immediately afterwards, that's where you get that rapidly fading sensation, or just a big blank. |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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Howdy everybody
I finally remembered a dream upon waking today. I dreamt that I was sitting back at the dining table at home, doing some work. My father asked me a question, so I answered him. But then he asked the same question again like a bad habit of repeating everything. Then I raised my voice so slightly at him, and he started bellowing at the top of his lungs in return. It was like the winds of a hurricane blowing at my ears. It's funny, I don't remember ever raising my voice at my father. Anybody ever feel physical pain in their dreams? I thought I would, heh. Adios muchachos. |
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Nicholas |
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I think I have before. I remember being shot or hit by something once, repeatedly too, like it was pelting me, but in the next moment, I realized that it was someone else. As I looked down on the guy's incapacitated form, the life slowly creeping out of him, I remembered thinking how strange it all was before waking up.
In the room the women come and go The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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It's always disturbing to see someone die in a dream, isn't it...
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Nicholas |
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'Tis.
Here's another one: Have you ever had a dream where someone or something changes to another form? I don't mean the common phenomena of identity confusion, where one person's face changes from moment to moment -- or, their face just seems rather vague in that sense. What I'm talking about is full-on change of object: A person is suddenly an animal, or a piece of furniture is now a cat. I'm sure there must be some sort of psychological disorder involved. Anyway, the few times that has happened to me, my dream-self was so severely disturbed that I always immediately woke up. In the room the women come and go The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot |
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