So about dreams?

[RiverNotch]

BEWARE THE COSMIC OWL

[Lizzie]

Then, out of the darkness, this doorway opened up to my left -- unlike the rest of the library, it seemed to be lit brightly from a light source on the floor, and the floor wasn't so carpeted. Curious, I entered the room, and saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life, reclining on an ancient, Grecian chaise longue, with her two green (or blue, or grey -- but I remember green) eyes locked at me, her two sweet lips smirking, and her hot head of red (dark, auburn red -- she might actually have been a brunette, though, since the light was orange) hair dancing wildly down her back and shoulders. I remember talking to her for a long while, playing verbally with her -- I remember her sweet red dress, I remember my awkward trench coat -- I remember her sitting up, her giving me the deep, intense gist of something -- I remember loving her, right at that moment, as I have never loved anyone yet.

Ah, there it is! Mystery solved! Finally.

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I have a few recurring dreams:

1. I'm falling in a bottomless pit. Just falling, endlessly, nothing to grasp on to.

2. I'm back home on the farm where I grew up. My mom is in the garden, my dad is tilling more garden behind the barn, and my brother is mowing the yard. There's a tornado off in the distance, but only I see it -- everyone else is too engrossed in their work or can't hear because of the machinery. I'm screaming at them to get in the cellar, just screaming as hard as I can, and no one hears me.

3. I'm back in university. It's coming up on term paper/finals time. I realize that I've only been attending 3 of the 5 classes I registered for -- I've never been to the other two, didn't remember I was supposed to be going, don't know what time they meet, don't even have the syllabus. I have a choice: I can accept the fail and focus on the other 3 classes that I'm doing well in, or I can split my efforts -- show up to the class and face the professor who I've surely angered by blowing off the class, sit in a classroom I've never been in with people I've never met, and try as hard as I can to do a decent paper and final. Maybe, somehow, I can pull off a D. But, then I won't be able to keep up with the other 3 classes.

[Wjames]

I think dreams are the purest form of art. It's your subconscious mind creating a 5 sense movie about your life. It can not be monetized, and only the person who dreams the dream gets to experience it.

[Leanne]

I have a few recurring dreams:

3. I'm back in university. It's coming up on term paper/finals time. I realize that I've only been attending 3 of the 5 classes I registered for -- I've never been to the other two, didn't remember I was supposed to be going, don't know what time they meet, don't even have the syllabus. I have a choice: I can accept the fail and focus on the other 3 classes that I'm doing well in, or I can split my efforts -- show up to the class and face the professor who I've surely angered by blowing off the class, sit in a classroom I've never been in with people I've never met, and try as hard as I can to do a decent paper and final. Maybe, somehow, I can pull off a D. But, then I won't be able to keep up with the other 3 classes.

I have this one all the time. Sometimes it's at uni, sometimes it's at high school. The weird thing is, in the high school ones I know I've already done my finals and graduated but for some reason I have to go back and do it all over, but only for the exams -- and since it's 20 years since I learned all that stuff, I think my brain really hates me.

[QDeathstar]

The problem with dreams is that you dream in epic and wake up cold.
No one wants to reach from the sheets to fumble with the lamp and a pen..
The coldness in the air makes you forget what you want to remember
so you lay your head back down and awaken more miserable... knowing
you forgot what you meant to remember. Forever. Fuck dreaming.

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The worst dreams are the ones you can remember having. Ones of events that had not yet happened but are happening now. I've seen the future at least 5 times so far this year and it's not even March. It's miserable. It's mundane shit. Missing the left turn into denny's. Asking the clerk at the grocery store to recount the change. Knowing the minor accident in front of my house was going to occur in 3-2-1.. I want a dream i can use. A dream where i know the mega ball number and win the jackpot and never wake up. I'm always waiting to never wake up.

[RiverNotch]

The problem with dreams is that you dream in epic and wake up cold.
No one wants to reach from the sheets to fumble with the lamp and a pen..
The coldness in the air makes you forget what you want to remember
so you lay your head back down and awaken more miserable... knowing
you forgot what you meant to remember. Forever. Fuck dreaming.

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The worst dreams are the ones you can remember having. Ones of events that had not yet happened but are happening now. I've seen the future at least 5 times so far this year and it's not even March. It's miserable. It's mundane shit. Missing the left turn into denny's. Asking the clerk at the grocery store to recount the change. Knowing the minor accident in front of my house was going to occur in 3-2-1.. I want a dream i can use. A dream where i know the mega ball number and win the jackpot and never wake up. I'm always waiting to never wake up.

i miss those sorts of dreams, actually. it's quite charming to find God speaking to you directly only of mundane shit -- at youth, i thought it was because i was some sort of prophet, the fool i was, but now i think it'd be rather humbling, tells me directly how close i really am to him, or perhaps empowering, shows me that only the little things are set in stone.

your post pre hr is pretty swell, btw.

[abu nuwas]

I have a few recurring dreams:

3. I'm back in university. It's coming up on term paper/finals time. I realize that I've only been attending 3 of the 5 classes I registered for -- I've never been to the other two, didn't remember I was supposed to be going, don't know what time they meet, don't even have the syllabus. I have a choice: I can accept the fail and focus on the other 3 classes that I'm doing well in, or I can split my efforts -- show up to the class and face the professor who I've surely angered by blowing off the class, sit in a classroom I've never been in with people I've never met, and try as hard as I can to do a decent paper and final. Maybe, somehow, I can pull off a D. But, then I won't be able to keep up with the other 3 classes.

I have this one all the time.  Sometimes it's at uni, sometimes it's at high school.  The weird thing is, in the high school ones I know I've already done my finals and graduated but for some reason I have to go back and do it all over, but only for the exams -- and since it's 20 years since I learned all that stuff, I think my brain really hates me.

I had similar ones for years. I actually graduated at uni in Arabic, with optional Hebrew. In the dream, I would be about to enter to take my Finals, when it would dawn on me like a bolt from the blue, that I had completely missed my Latin classes since starting three years beforehand. The only part Latin played in my studies, in fact, was that some German scholar had put to-gether a ''Delectus Carminum Arabicorum'' with Arabic-Latin vocab, and the occasional note. But woke sweating for years!

[ellajam]

Abu!!

[billy]

i dream about Abu ....

[Leanne]

Me too

Timendi causa est nescire, Ed...or is it nescire est? Lord, it's a long time since Catholic school!

[shemthepenman]

[Leanne]

Splitter

[shemthepenman]

there's people waiting to be crucified out 'ere

[Dcandy925]

I've had the usual reoccurring dreams...loosing teeth, loosing control in a speeding vehicle. The dreams I hate most are the good ones that you suddenly wake up from and then try to fall back asleep so It could continue.

[rowens]

When I fall back to sleep my dreams continue. You should look into astral travel or/and lucid dreaming. You'll learn to control what you dream about, and nothing will be interesting again.

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I dream a lot about sleeping. I spend so much of my waking hours thinking about what I'm supposed to be unconscious of that when I'm asleep I dream about what I'm conscious of, which is whatever I'm doing at the time which is sleeping. I dream that I'm asleep and things are happening, and things are happening.

[ellajam]

When I fall back to sleep my dreams continue. You should look into astral travel or/and lucid dreaming. You'll learn to control what you dream about, and nothing will be interesting again.

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I dream a lot about sleeping. I spend so much of my waking hours thinking about what I'm supposed to be unconscious of that when I'm asleep I dream about what I'm conscious of, which is whatever I'm doing at the time which is sleeping. I dream that I'm asleep and things are happening, and things are happening.

[rowens]

When I get drunk or get drugs I dream normal unconscious dreams. I dream moral dreams. I dream about Veronica Cartwright. I lust for her as she looked in Invasion of the Body Snatchers but she looks and is, in my dreams, the child she was in the The Twilight Zone episode: I Sing the Body Electric, a Bradbury story named after a Whitman poem. I say, Veronica Cartwright, I know you were born in 1949, and are a lot older than me, but whenever I meet you you're like eleven years old, and I don't know if it's OK to have sex with you when you're eleven years old even though you are almost sixty years older than me. Then I die, and wake up.

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Veronica Cartwright and Bibi Andersson are my dream girls. I don't care how old they are. And Jenny Agutter. I don't care if they're 90 years old. My dreams are their property. And Vivien Leigh is the God of my dreams. She's the goddess, but she's god. She created the world and rested on the 7th day. Vivien Leigh wrote the bible of my dreams, and tutored Freud, and was the anima Jung talked about. She was Cleopatra and Scarlett O'Hara and Blanche DuBois and Zooey Deschanel and Alison Brie and my mom and my wife and my daughter and every woman in history and beyond. When I dream Vivien Leigh has servants who answer the phone. Vivien Leigh is all the Greek and Roman goddesses and Pamela Anderson. Vivien Leigh is all the female characters in The Dark Crystal and Mrs. Frisby in the book version of The Secret of N.I.M.H. in my dreams. She is all the Gilmore Girls. Somebody said: There is a god and it's Aristophenes, Harold Bloom said there is a god and it's Shakespeare, I say, there is a god and it's Vivien Leigh.

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And a man can dream.

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And for those who think to themselves that this is weird or creepy, I say I'd dig up Vivien Leigh and make the most of what's left of her. So go fuck yourself. I know I will.

[QDeathstar]

i'm kind of disappointed none of my dreams involve having sex. Maybe i should maturbate less.


nah.

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i should post my dreams more. I had a good one last night, woke, went back to dreaming. It is aggravating when you go back to your dream and you know you are concentrating on it, directing it, and then right when you get to the climax you got to get up.

[Achebe]

i'm kind of disappointed none of my dreams involve having sex. Maybe i should maturbate less.


nah.

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i should post my dreams more. I had a good one last night, woke, went back to dreaming. It is aggravating when you go back to your dream and you know you are concentrating on it, directing it, and then right when you get to the climax you got to get up.

Yes, consequently I've never flown a plane, ridden a bicycle through an alien planet, nor done the dirty with my crush back in high school.

[rowens]

The fourth stooge? Shemp? Maybe you should change your thing to Gummo Marx. Or Emily Gilmore. Or Frank Stallone. The fourth stooge. Pat Smear in Nirvana. That guy in The Vines who only played acoustic guitar in songs that had acoustic guitar. The fourth stooge. As if though there weren't already four stooges. . . . I want the name under my name to be changed to W. C. Fields. That will would wood make more sense cents sex.