I had a dream about the apocalypse the another night, pretty fuckin scary.
don't worry you'll be dead.
no, i have been having some crazy ass dreams.
like the other night i had a dream that billings was over run with zombies. andyp and are driving around in the imark running down the zombies and kickin ass with revolvers that never run out of bullets. then suddenly a giant will farrell dressed as abraham lincoln eats us.
yeah, pretty messed up but what was crazier is how vivid it was.
like the other night i had a dream that billings was over run with zombies. andyp and are driving around in the imark running down the zombies and kickin ass with revolvers that never run out of bullets. then suddenly a giant will farrell dressed as abraham lincoln eats us.
yeah, pretty messed up but what was crazier is how vivid it was.
I'd lay off the mexican food if I was you.
but i love tacos soooooooo much :(
to quote dubya. "heh heh tacos rules!"
That's hollywood scary ...
When you attend your own funeral ... that's real life scary.
When you attend your own funeral ... that's real life scary.
i take melatonin sometimes when i have to correct my sleeping patterns.
one of the side effects of melatonin is lucid dreams. last night i had some *really* crazy dreams... ones that I not only controlled but lasted a long time.
awesome.
one of the side effects of melatonin is lucid dreams. last night i had some *really* crazy dreams... ones that I not only controlled but lasted a long time.
awesome.
> i take melatonin sometimes when i have to correct my sleeping patterns.
i tear up my body exercising and drink four rockstars per day
my body wakes up after four hours of sleep, and every hour after that :D
> one of the side effects of melatonin is lucid dreams. last night i had some *really* crazy dreams... ones that I not only controlled but lasted a long time.
sweet! i might have to try this, even if it is "like reading while taking a piss." (db)
i tear up my body exercising and drink four rockstars per day
my body wakes up after four hours of sleep, and every hour after that :D
> one of the side effects of melatonin is lucid dreams. last night i had some *really* crazy dreams... ones that I not only controlled but lasted a long time.
sweet! i might have to try this, even if it is "like reading while taking a piss." (db)
no dreams tonight
me neither. my retarded body woke up at 5am (exhausted) then 7am (still tired).
that is terrifying.
no dreams because i went to bed a at 6:00 and woke up at 10:30.
no dreams because i went to bed a at 6:00 and woke up at 10:30.
i think i'm getting sick of rockstars
Chiken sometimes i have zombie dreams, it is always just so exhausting... shit will farrell...
i hate it when your dreams betray you. the night before last i dreamed that one of my female friends had a penis :( i do think she is a bit too masculine for me but there is no call for that. stupid rebellious subconscious
i hate it when your dreams betray you. the night before last i dreamed that one of my female friends had a penis :( i do think she is a bit too masculine for me but there is no call for that. stupid rebellious subconscious
maybe it's just a desire :)
i thought that over. but the thing is that there are different temperaments to such an organ. lets just say that if there was some hidden desire, then i am pretty sure the organ would have had a more ... excited temperament. alas, i am pretty sure that door is closed to me...
alright i just woke up from a dream where i was at a house and some people and i were looking at the full moon in broad daylight where lensing from the earth's atmosphere was making a crazy pattern on the surface. i walk around and look at the grass and it sorta appears that the grass and insects there moved in timelapse that moved to a tempo, beginning fast and slowing down to less than normal speeds.
as i'm watching this mangly tuft of grass branches and sparseness, i see this blob seem to grow. but it actually was not growing, as initially apparent, but emerging over the surface of a trunk. at first it looked like some sort of plant. turns out as it emerged it's mass became apparent, as in it really only looked to be two dimensional overlaying the trunk surface then grew only to a certain height, which was the height of the creature that was making itself apparent. so as it 'grew' appearing to me, it also moved, and so only where on the surface of the trunk was visible was this mass of this creature visible. and would not have been able to determine what it was, if it didn't slide through the visible plane and depth that the tree trunk surface.
i still don't know exactly what it was, but it looked similar in a lot of ways to an elongated scorpion, though it had unique four pronged hairlike stingers that were jointed at the tail to splay such that two of the stingers on either side are able to rotate on an axis that allows them to fold 180 degrees against the tail. the front pincers appeared similar to crab or scorpion. lastly it was very slimy in appearance, suggestive of a strange birthing from the dimension that is revealed by the trunk surface.
i grabbed it, or what was visible from the surface of this tree and it stung me a few times but i held on tight as it writhed in my clutches. the people i was with and i decided to put it in a container to observe for a little while. we did that and i woke up --
nuts!
as i'm watching this mangly tuft of grass branches and sparseness, i see this blob seem to grow. but it actually was not growing, as initially apparent, but emerging over the surface of a trunk. at first it looked like some sort of plant. turns out as it emerged it's mass became apparent, as in it really only looked to be two dimensional overlaying the trunk surface then grew only to a certain height, which was the height of the creature that was making itself apparent. so as it 'grew' appearing to me, it also moved, and so only where on the surface of the trunk was visible was this mass of this creature visible. and would not have been able to determine what it was, if it didn't slide through the visible plane and depth that the tree trunk surface.
i still don't know exactly what it was, but it looked similar in a lot of ways to an elongated scorpion, though it had unique four pronged hairlike stingers that were jointed at the tail to splay such that two of the stingers on either side are able to rotate on an axis that allows them to fold 180 degrees against the tail. the front pincers appeared similar to crab or scorpion. lastly it was very slimy in appearance, suggestive of a strange birthing from the dimension that is revealed by the trunk surface.
i grabbed it, or what was visible from the surface of this tree and it stung me a few times but i held on tight as it writhed in my clutches. the people i was with and i decided to put it in a container to observe for a little while. we did that and i woke up --
nuts!
hahaha awesome!
also, here is the real dream thread.
also, here is the real dream thread.
i woke up in a panic last night. i had a sharpie by my bed and some package envelope, wrote down the following:
mini bird wrapped in tape on my pinky. spider next to it. tried getting it off. could barely...dog ate it...
Last night I dreamed I was at another, smaller Atmosphere concert. Half-way through, Slug came down and hugged me, saying "Sup Bek? What am I missing?" (We had obviously conversed earlier in the night.) I told him he hadn't played The Skinny yet, but he just looked down, shook his head, said "We shouldn't be getting that intimate yet," and walked back on stage.
i rarely (or never?) dream in dialog
my last dream was ridiculous. i played on a basketball team coached by barack obama and we traveled the country dominating YMCA basketball leagues all across america. it got weirded, every time we would be up by 10 points he would take me out then put in michael jordan, karl malone, spudd webb, charles barkley, and patrick ewing.
I know I've said this a hundred times but I need to start writing down my dreams.
> i rarely (or never?) dream in dialog
Really? That's interesting. I wonder what the big difference is between our sleeping brains...
Really? That's interesting. I wonder what the big difference is between our sleeping brains...
Skinny guy dressed in white that I don't recognize from real life and I had a baby. We left the kid (and each other) somewhere, but I found the kid a few years later living in a playground park. The skinny dude drove up and I started crying, telling him we were terrible people. Skinny dude was bad news before but seemed to have shaped up if the "research apron -->" next to sunburn lines I found on his back were any indiction. And "research apron -->" was also sunburned in, not written, like those little hearts you can stick on and then peel off after you've been tanning for a sort of pseudo-tattoo.
i went to this strange other world jungle gym, reminiscent of a myst world or something. and ran around on some sort of structure built out of shoots, maybe slightly like bamboo but it was a flat material that was quite strong when weaved and stacked properly. i was trying to cross this area that had a tree trunk tipped over it where you have to grip it with no hand holds and cross it. it was wide enough that a bear hug would barely get your arms around half the trunk. it seemed pretty much impossible without special tools and i just kept struggling with it until my wrists hurt. no one else was able to cross it either. i was convinced it just took me having an appropriate amount of moisture on my fingers. still no go.
oh yeah! i remember a different part where i was in a big city. it felt like san francisco walking around. i had some gear with me and i was looking for someone. i kept telling strangers (in a, disclosing privy information, not advertising, sense) about this zoning law where if you had property that protruded from the ground in different areas (with an underground structure attached) that you could get that protruding square foot area subsidized for energy costs. and from all this i don't remember the dialog, just the idea, and the fact that i told people. then i was lost and i was sitting on a corner on the phone, i had kind of given up on finding her. i looked around some more and she waved and said her friend saw me.
i know who she is too in my waking life, it's hoods!
oh yeah! i remember a different part where i was in a big city. it felt like san francisco walking around. i had some gear with me and i was looking for someone. i kept telling strangers (in a, disclosing privy information, not advertising, sense) about this zoning law where if you had property that protruded from the ground in different areas (with an underground structure attached) that you could get that protruding square foot area subsidized for energy costs. and from all this i don't remember the dialog, just the idea, and the fact that i told people. then i was lost and i was sitting on a corner on the phone, i had kind of given up on finding her. i looked around some more and she waved and said her friend saw me.
i know who she is too in my waking life, it's hoods!
> was it like one of these?
I love that you linked that :D But no, the strap marks were racerback style; criss-crossed down the back, not tied behind the neck
Danny...that sounds a lot like dialogue! I'm happy you found her
I love that you linked that :D But no, the strap marks were racerback style; criss-crossed down the back, not tied behind the neck
Danny...that sounds a lot like dialogue! I'm happy you found her
I had an awesome dream tonight. I've forgot it now, though. :(
i was showering in a gym and the dude running it got mad at me for staying in the shower past close
my old photography class instructor and some girls drove my car someplace
i drove a girl's honda through some water down grant st.
the religions battled the new religions to the death, while i tried to hide behind a pillar
a mini freezer was buss'd and i tried in vain to reassemble it
PIPES were amazing
there was a foor of snow, and dp dropped one of his full-length (~10") american spirit cigs in the snow. he thought it was futile to search for it, so we didn't
dp dropped my camera. becky made me drop my camera. i thought it was ok.
my camera ended up having serious issues. becky offered to buy me a new one. dp was to buy me a new battery. who was going to replace my lens?
the snow melted, i found dp's cig and gave it to him. he was happy about it. the stairs rose over a snowless expanse, going from grass to sky. the pipes were no more. a sign still referenced them, however.
the old religions killed the new ones. the titans win
--
that was probably ten different dreams, yet the storylines recurred and remained consistent.
my old photography class instructor and some girls drove my car someplace
i drove a girl's honda through some water down grant st.
the religions battled the new religions to the death, while i tried to hide behind a pillar
a mini freezer was buss'd and i tried in vain to reassemble it
PIPES were amazing
there was a foor of snow, and dp dropped one of his full-length (~10") american spirit cigs in the snow. he thought it was futile to search for it, so we didn't
dp dropped my camera. becky made me drop my camera. i thought it was ok.
my camera ended up having serious issues. becky offered to buy me a new one. dp was to buy me a new battery. who was going to replace my lens?
the snow melted, i found dp's cig and gave it to him. he was happy about it. the stairs rose over a snowless expanse, going from grass to sky. the pipes were no more. a sign still referenced them, however.
the old religions killed the new ones. the titans win
--
that was probably ten different dreams, yet the storylines recurred and remained consistent.
i've been sleeping very late in the last week and i always have scary or disturbing nightmares after 1pm.
what pipes larz, on the mini freezer?
nah, on the front of your house
nightmares two nights in a row
Maybe you need me to sleep beside you.
:-o
I would keep as many holes closed as possible around Gatz. :-/
gross
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lol phi
OH MAN! WTF. I'm at work!
Shit I'm so sorry. :(
That ass on the banner ad looked hot though.
Shit I'm so sorry. :(
That ass on the banner ad looked hot though.
huh. Didn't think anyone would actually look at that.
i was eating cereal when i clicked it this morning. :(
i bet that cereal almost came back up
Alright phi_...am I crazy or did you already link that on here some time ago? Because I am severely distressed at having seen it twice now.
i think that was a different one, maybe in the movie thread about salo.
Etrangere: No, I linked to a different shock image page. Though there is probably some overlap. Anyway, archived the post. I thought people would avoid clicking on it. :-/
curiosity phi unawares.
another nightmare
another disappointment
you had a disappointing dream?
oui
Did you guys ever had a dream where you tasted a color?
Also, say you have a sexual dream, or a dream where some physical contact is experienced. How realistic does it feel?
Also, say you have a sexual dream, or a dream where some physical contact is experienced. How realistic does it feel?
not very
> Did you guys ever had a dream where you tasted a color?
Yeah, I used to have dreams when I was little about tasting the off-white color of my mosquito nets
> not very
agree...seems very far away
Yeah, I used to have dreams when I was little about tasting the off-white color of my mosquito nets
> not very
agree...seems very far away
I dunno.
I had a dream where I had a flavor in my mouth and the only way I could describe it was I was tasting green.
Sexual dreams feel VERY real to me.
I had a dream where I had a flavor in my mouth and the only way I could describe it was I was tasting green.
Sexual dreams feel VERY real to me.
the emotional impact of a dream feels way realer to me than the physical experience.
well-put
i think i dream every night about writing exams. and i've been done for three weeks. :| lame
I had a dream that ttf had a new layout. all the fields were slanted down and to the right (instead of rectangular boxes, they were rotated on an angle), then mirrored. it was fucking hard to read things, and to navigate. then i got mad at lucas for this and instead of changing it, he just compensated me with cash and free massage vouchers.
:o
:o
Sounds like a sweet deal, andyp. :)
mm...massages :)
gross, stupid girlfriend
suicide in the family
dog attack in a cage
string bracelet threaded through skin
an unlikely consolation
exhausting!
suicide in the family
dog attack in a cage
string bracelet threaded through skin
an unlikely consolation
exhausting!
hahaha, awesome dream, andyp.
damn dreams :(
set a pine tree on fire with francis
got in deep shit with ups
carted some girls around
some asshole had the same shoes as me at a cafe, but i think i was just looking at my sorry-looking self ordering a latte at a cafe counter
got in deep shit with ups
carted some girls around
some asshole had the same shoes as me at a cafe, but i think i was just looking at my sorry-looking self ordering a latte at a cafe counter
So dunno if I mentioned this before. But I have this weird recurring nightmare. It happens every couple years.
So it's usually starting of, just me wandering through a house... it's always the same house but I'm usually in a new spot in the house. And I will wonder around, see things I only remember having seen before after I remember the dream.
I wander around, there's noises in the background like other people living in the house with me. It's a bright lived in home. Kinda victorian looking. But, I always seem to find this door. In a different place every time, but always an odd door. Not like the others but never for certain the same. And the door is usually in a place that one would never be drawn to looking normally. Easy to pass up.
I'll of course be drawn to the door, wander into the door and find beyond it, another part of the house. Only this house is dark, unlived in, and abandoned for the most part. Sometimes the rest of my dream is confined to me wandering through the abandoned part of the house and being generally terrified, or curious, or just kind of in a weird place during the whole thing. But other times I will meet people. People who simply don't belong in an abandoned house, that's actually part of my lived in house. Very strange. And sometimes very terrifying.
Anyways the last time I had this dream I really got to a new level of wtf. As I managed to find my way through a part of the house that has always terrified me. Several stair cases and landings... lots of bad dreams occurring there before. And I go a direction I've never gone before... I find a path out of the house... but into something like a massive garden. big sweeping stone path... like a major thorougfare.
I follow it for a bit. It's beautiful and warm, but very very quiet. Like a painting... it looks real enough but, in a silent lonely place it lacks the cries of life. Anyways, this horseman rides up. We have a conversation, which I can't remember at all. But ultimately I am basically scared of this dude and run down the path away from him and the house.
I don't remember much beyond there but that I saw more of the garden, and a few more people in the distance.
Fucking bizarre dream. I love and hate having it depending on how it plays out. But that house is just plain terrifying, and a complete fabrication of my dreams. It amazes me.
So it's usually starting of, just me wandering through a house... it's always the same house but I'm usually in a new spot in the house. And I will wonder around, see things I only remember having seen before after I remember the dream.
I wander around, there's noises in the background like other people living in the house with me. It's a bright lived in home. Kinda victorian looking. But, I always seem to find this door. In a different place every time, but always an odd door. Not like the others but never for certain the same. And the door is usually in a place that one would never be drawn to looking normally. Easy to pass up.
I'll of course be drawn to the door, wander into the door and find beyond it, another part of the house. Only this house is dark, unlived in, and abandoned for the most part. Sometimes the rest of my dream is confined to me wandering through the abandoned part of the house and being generally terrified, or curious, or just kind of in a weird place during the whole thing. But other times I will meet people. People who simply don't belong in an abandoned house, that's actually part of my lived in house. Very strange. And sometimes very terrifying.
Anyways the last time I had this dream I really got to a new level of wtf. As I managed to find my way through a part of the house that has always terrified me. Several stair cases and landings... lots of bad dreams occurring there before. And I go a direction I've never gone before... I find a path out of the house... but into something like a massive garden. big sweeping stone path... like a major thorougfare.
I follow it for a bit. It's beautiful and warm, but very very quiet. Like a painting... it looks real enough but, in a silent lonely place it lacks the cries of life. Anyways, this horseman rides up. We have a conversation, which I can't remember at all. But ultimately I am basically scared of this dude and run down the path away from him and the house.
I don't remember much beyond there but that I saw more of the garden, and a few more people in the distance.
Fucking bizarre dream. I love and hate having it depending on how it plays out. But that house is just plain terrifying, and a complete fabrication of my dreams. It amazes me.
wow. that was awesome to read.
saw bluet in norge
found a hair salon (also in norway) that has toilets built into the salon chairs
peed on a stranger's chunks of hair in the toilet
while peeing, the customer who had an appointment at that station got mad at me
i fell in love with his hair dresser, anni
i went to the board to try to figure out her full name, couldn't
as i was leaving, i saw a bunch of biscuits on display for sale
there were some of ikea brand, some from the u.s., and some from russia
i figured the russian biscuits were for socialist sympathizers in norway like bluet
--
i saw some climbing shoes on sale in a grocery store
tried to find out how much they were selling for
got some pastrami instead
a store clerk wrote with sharpie on my bamboo cutting board, which i had brought with me
--
some norwegian girl gave me $20 usd! i told bluet and his friends on the bus that i was going to convert it to kroners and head north. they didn't understand why anyone would go to northern norway.
--
some old lady gave me $40. then i broke promises. [...]
found a hair salon (also in norway) that has toilets built into the salon chairs
peed on a stranger's chunks of hair in the toilet
while peeing, the customer who had an appointment at that station got mad at me
i fell in love with his hair dresser, anni
i went to the board to try to figure out her full name, couldn't
as i was leaving, i saw a bunch of biscuits on display for sale
there were some of ikea brand, some from the u.s., and some from russia
i figured the russian biscuits were for socialist sympathizers in norway like bluet
--
i saw some climbing shoes on sale in a grocery store
tried to find out how much they were selling for
got some pastrami instead
a store clerk wrote with sharpie on my bamboo cutting board, which i had brought with me
--
some norwegian girl gave me $20 usd! i told bluet and his friends on the bus that i was going to convert it to kroners and head north. they didn't understand why anyone would go to northern norway.
--
some old lady gave me $40. then i broke promises. [...]
when is lr coming to ontario, i want a ttf-pilgrimage too
someone screamed my name in a dream during a nap this evening and I woke up. :| the scream was awful.
flash dream while sitting up a second ago:
1. Israelis trying to sneak someone across the border
2. corn
1. Israelis trying to sneak someone across the border
2. corn
i had a dream that my roll of fomapan 400 came out all foggy and blurry.
it was extremely distressing. i've been shooting this same roll for over a month. i think i've put some nice shots on it.
:(
it was extremely distressing. i've been shooting this same roll for over a month. i think i've put some nice shots on it.
:(
sometimes i dream of girls i have been in love with. then i wake up and realize that i am no longer in love with them and i am sad.
Last night was plagued with nightmares. At one point, I was on a sinking deck that had ripped off from the house and fallen in the raging river below. I lost my grip on the wood, just missing the hands reaching out to save me, and all I could feel was this utter desperation over my already drowned camera. I was heartbroken, and did not resurface.
i made a mutual promise with a particular girl to marry her in the future. :o
walked into a bumper-to-bumper auto parts store with dc, open carrying guns. i suggested to dc that we unload them and hold them so that they aim behind us and show the empty magazine chamber in front to the store clerks.
bought some customized gallons of ice cream there.
got a bunch of silver dollars there from dc.
left in some woman's minivan with her children. she was a crazy driver.
drove a snowmobile in a field with huge puddles. i managed to avoid flooding the engine, but i got some water in the head (i guess the intake or carb or mixing chamber).
in an attempt to try to blow the water out, i opened the throttle and flew across a non-melted field.
i rolled the sled.
bought some customized gallons of ice cream there.
got a bunch of silver dollars there from dc.
left in some woman's minivan with her children. she was a crazy driver.
drove a snowmobile in a field with huge puddles. i managed to avoid flooding the engine, but i got some water in the head (i guess the intake or carb or mixing chamber).
in an attempt to try to blow the water out, i opened the throttle and flew across a non-melted field.
i rolled the sled.
i think it involved a ship voyage.. i'm trying to gather more details from my memory
I don't know why but I just lol'ed at "i rolled the sled."
Suffered from some pretty horrific nightmares last night. Only remember one, because it was the last one before I gave up on sleep. I remember having 2 more before it, but they've slipped my mind by now.
I was in a pretty shitty house. Not falling apart, just not kept up very well. Imagine a really bad tweaker pad. Two people were with me, and the girl who lived in the house was a girl I know. We had run from our own house because of this thick, white liquid began dripping from the ceiling. When it would hit a person it was bad, that's all we knew.
Anyway, it followed us to this house (or existed independently of us, which I remember thinking about for a long time at this house) and dripped onto this girl's arm. She tried to wipe it off, but by the time she got a towel it was already gone. We began to freak out and try and get out of the house, and she quaffed the rest of the drink she had and we fucking FREAKED OUT and began to run.
The girl SCREAMED in agony and ran after us trying to scream something to us, but all we could see was blood and fluids flowing from her mouth. We jumped into the car as she beat on the windows and died there in horrible agony.
It was the scream that made me, and still does make me, terrified. It was the sound of purified, concentrated agony and fear. It won't leave my god damned head and I think I'm gonna snap if this keeps up.
I was in a pretty shitty house. Not falling apart, just not kept up very well. Imagine a really bad tweaker pad. Two people were with me, and the girl who lived in the house was a girl I know. We had run from our own house because of this thick, white liquid began dripping from the ceiling. When it would hit a person it was bad, that's all we knew.
Anyway, it followed us to this house (or existed independently of us, which I remember thinking about for a long time at this house) and dripped onto this girl's arm. She tried to wipe it off, but by the time she got a towel it was already gone. We began to freak out and try and get out of the house, and she quaffed the rest of the drink she had and we fucking FREAKED OUT and began to run.
The girl SCREAMED in agony and ran after us trying to scream something to us, but all we could see was blood and fluids flowing from her mouth. We jumped into the car as she beat on the windows and died there in horrible agony.
It was the scream that made me, and still does make me, terrified. It was the sound of purified, concentrated agony and fear. It won't leave my god damned head and I think I'm gonna snap if this keeps up.
that's terrifying.
i rarely have nightmares (or dreams, it seems), but every morning i wake up with insane thoughts that race around in my head for a few minutes. it's pretty annoying.
i rarely have nightmares (or dreams, it seems), but every morning i wake up with insane thoughts that race around in my head for a few minutes. it's pretty annoying.
that's intense, phi.
--
i was in a house where some people were playing trivial pursuit.
i tried to leave, but i got trapped in an amusement park.
then i was driving my car from the back seat.
feeling ill, i pulled over by the campus visitor parking lot.
being in the vicinity, a cop came over and knocked on my window.
he took a look in my car and found a couple rubber toys that can suck up liquid through a small hole.
he cut one open and found traces of cocaine.
i was arrested, and i was carefully put in another police car by another cop.
then i was back in that fucking amusement park again.
i couldn't remember when my court date was, and i was getting anxious about it.
i tried to find a way out of the weirdo amusement park--i guess it was a big house.
i realized there wasn't a way out, and the way i took last time is what got me fucked with cocaine.
i managed to escape somehow by running down a mountain.
i was headed down a particular trail, but it was an awful way to go.
it took 500 feet to slow to a halt because i was running so fast.
i backtracked until i got to this weird ranger station.
there you can either continue by trail or float a river--i chose to float.
then i was out on hilltop street in billings.
i was showing david brown my lenses--i had a 50mm 1:1.8 and a 35mm 1:2.
i told him that i bought the former for $125 and the latter for $370.
he couldn't believe that i paid so much for them, especially the 50mm.
we noticed some car driving down the sideway; then a sheriff drove by.
the car tried to run down an alley, but the sheriff chased him around.
the sheriff finally cornered him in a church parking lot and ordered the man out of the car.
the man got out, and immediately the sheriff tasered the man, despite him being cooperative.
david brown applauded the sheriff's choice to taser the man for simply trying to run in his car.
--
i was in a house where some people were playing trivial pursuit.
i tried to leave, but i got trapped in an amusement park.
then i was driving my car from the back seat.
feeling ill, i pulled over by the campus visitor parking lot.
being in the vicinity, a cop came over and knocked on my window.
he took a look in my car and found a couple rubber toys that can suck up liquid through a small hole.
he cut one open and found traces of cocaine.
i was arrested, and i was carefully put in another police car by another cop.
then i was back in that fucking amusement park again.
i couldn't remember when my court date was, and i was getting anxious about it.
i tried to find a way out of the weirdo amusement park--i guess it was a big house.
i realized there wasn't a way out, and the way i took last time is what got me fucked with cocaine.
i managed to escape somehow by running down a mountain.
i was headed down a particular trail, but it was an awful way to go.
it took 500 feet to slow to a halt because i was running so fast.
i backtracked until i got to this weird ranger station.
there you can either continue by trail or float a river--i chose to float.
then i was out on hilltop street in billings.
i was showing david brown my lenses--i had a 50mm 1:1.8 and a 35mm 1:2.
i told him that i bought the former for $125 and the latter for $370.
he couldn't believe that i paid so much for them, especially the 50mm.
we noticed some car driving down the sideway; then a sheriff drove by.
the car tried to run down an alley, but the sheriff chased him around.
the sheriff finally cornered him in a church parking lot and ordered the man out of the car.
the man got out, and immediately the sheriff tasered the man, despite him being cooperative.
david brown applauded the sheriff's choice to taser the man for simply trying to run in his car.
heavy dreamers recently
in a recent dream,
(1) phi and becky were in love in my bedroom
(2) becky was cooking in my kitchen on a ten-inch flame with my front door open
(3) i was accepted into cal's econ ph.d program (they sent me a welcome kit, which included a tshirt!)
(1) phi and becky were in love in my bedroom
(2) becky was cooking in my kitchen on a ten-inch flame with my front door open
(3) i was accepted into cal's econ ph.d program (they sent me a welcome kit, which included a tshirt!)
I love your dreams, lucas. and dreams in general are awesome for stuff like this that makes no sense at all and you can't even visualize: "then i was driving my car from the back seat."
i went to the post office. they managed to deliver a love letter that had come out of the envelope. i had been waiting on a reply from this girl for months--this changes everything! i also got some weird painting-letter from a guy who wrote (painted?) about a girl who killed herself. i visually visited her passing.
i went out to eat with a different girl. the hostess gave us a free dish because i frequent the establishment. i think some of our clothes may then have come off. then we were at my mom's house, in my bedroom, doing things with our bodies. she was restrictive, though.
then out in the dining room, my dad's girlfriend was mean to my sister, so i chased my dad's girlfriend into my mom's bedroom and threw knives at her. afterward, she called my dad. he came over, but he seemed at ease with the happenings.
i went out to eat with a different girl. the hostess gave us a free dish because i frequent the establishment. i think some of our clothes may then have come off. then we were at my mom's house, in my bedroom, doing things with our bodies. she was restrictive, though.
then out in the dining room, my dad's girlfriend was mean to my sister, so i chased my dad's girlfriend into my mom's bedroom and threw knives at her. afterward, she called my dad. he came over, but he seemed at ease with the happenings.
i thought that was a real story until i read the bit about the knives.. whoops
was involved in the battle on Endor that occurs at the end of Return of the Jedi. left this and went next door to the Orpheum theater. everyone was watching a band in this big auditorium and dancing in the aisles and stuff. it looked really fun but it struck me how this was occurring right next to this very important battle. tried to find a way back to the battle through the Orpheum since it was right next door but got really lost in a bunch of empty corridors and stairwells. ran into some people who told me I was going to play Jesus in Beyonce's Halo video (I've only heard this song like three times). I was kind of weirded out at first but then they told me I got to kiss Beyonce. I think I woke up at this point.
> I was going to play Jesus in Beyonce's Halo video
hahaha
hahaha
I had crazy dreams all night. Mostly, I remember it being my birthday and having a ton of people over for a dinner party at a fancy restaurant ocean-side. Barack Obama made a surprise (unrelated to my birthday) entrance and for some reason made a speech with us standing around him through the bay windows to a film crew that was recording live...on the other side of the (closed) windows.
Oh and in a separate dream I was figuring out wedding pricing and was thrilled to find I was at my parents house because they have a washer and dryer. (I have to do laundry in real life. :)
Oh and in a separate dream I was figuring out wedding pricing and was thrilled to find I was at my parents house because they have a washer and dryer. (I have to do laundry in real life. :)
Had trouble sleeping last night ... former better-half featured prominately, woke up feeling terrible, freezing, and threw up. Thankfully was just able to lean out of the tent and let it go.
Still can't figure it out... *shrug*
Still can't figure it out... *shrug*
were you drinking the night before?
Nope! Sober.
I had a dream that I was walking around my old school (skyview) and then down by the middle school (castlerock) and noticed that they had built a big fuckin' elevated curved overpass that connected Skyview with the elementary school (eagle cliffs). This drove me nuts for some reason.. i guess i thought it was very unnecessary. I went to go walk along it, and it turns out to be a pedestrian/bicycle walkway.. a very very wide one. as I was walking it, I noticed that there was a gigantic lake to my left, and on the other distant shore, they were launching a space shuttle.
As they were counting down, a big warning hooooooonkk sounded and that apparently meant that the shuttle was going to explode. On this walkway, they had built these turret things for safety, i guess from the shuttle launches, they were deep set into the ground and made out of cold concrete. every one was hopping into these safety turret things and screaming. The shuttle had exploded on the pad and there was tons of debris, both large and as small as sand. the sand-like particles came in through the tops of the turrets and it was like breathing in dirt. For some reason, I had a baby to protect from this sand debris, so I put one of my socks over it's head so as to filter out the sand from the air. I covered my own mouth with my shirt sleeve.
It seemed to last forever, and the baby kept coughing and crying.
after it was all over, I got out, and the shuttle was still on the distant pad, intact. the baby had disappeared, and I saw another dude with a nikon. I started chatting him up and he turned out to be a huge camera nerd. We walked to the school and were just chatting in the hallway. For some reason, guys kept getting stuck at the bathrooms, and could not decipher which one was the men's and which was the women's.
A separate dream occured.
I was playing some snowboarding game.. the character was moving way too fast, and i think the level was that snowboarding game in the newest zelda game for the wii. I was racing someone and lost horribly.
and then another...
I was with some chick.. she had a big assault rifle. We were part of a police squad or something. After we thought we had eradicated all of the terrorists or badguys, we were wandering around a warehouse that had a bunch of scaffolding set up (for no apparent reason, the inside seemed finished and there were no paint buckets) and very cluttered. There was a woman there who was some sort of special agent for the badguys. she seemed pretty distant and not paying attention. I grabbed my staff and told my assault wielding partner chick that I'd handle this one. the evil woman looked at me and then i showed her my staff and then she got her staff out. we fought for a while and eventually i hit her staff so hard that it broke in half. i wacked her on the head and she said "ow!" and i guess that signaled that I had defeated her. she fell on her knees and said "finish me quickly". I then got my chef's knife out and whipped out a sweet potato. I cut one end off, about an inch from the top, and stood the sweet potato on this new flat end, as if the potato was standing up. I guess this meant that I was going to spare her life and that she could stand and walk away.
After a while, I got a letter from the government of the country that the evil woman was from. I was being sued for assault. They sent me some gifts: a motorcycle and a video of her family demanding an apology. They wanted me to apologize by going to the nearest tattoo artist and getting a very expensive tattoo. I didn't have much money at the time, but some guy that I knew decided to give me a ride and pay half of the tattoo for me. I was grateful. by the time the tattoo artist was finished, the bill came out to $1,200 and my friend bailed out on me because it was too expensive. I haggled the price down and got out of there.
It was snowing outside and I needed a ride. Chiken was there with a truck. he gave me a ride and we reminisced about when I got my first tattoo and drove to butte that same day (this actually happened).
later that day I ran into that evil woman again. and again I defeated her. I was about to cut the potato again, but for the life of me, I could not cut a straight cut and the potato kept toppling over. I took it as a sign and executed evil woman.
wow.
As they were counting down, a big warning hooooooonkk sounded and that apparently meant that the shuttle was going to explode. On this walkway, they had built these turret things for safety, i guess from the shuttle launches, they were deep set into the ground and made out of cold concrete. every one was hopping into these safety turret things and screaming. The shuttle had exploded on the pad and there was tons of debris, both large and as small as sand. the sand-like particles came in through the tops of the turrets and it was like breathing in dirt. For some reason, I had a baby to protect from this sand debris, so I put one of my socks over it's head so as to filter out the sand from the air. I covered my own mouth with my shirt sleeve.
It seemed to last forever, and the baby kept coughing and crying.
after it was all over, I got out, and the shuttle was still on the distant pad, intact. the baby had disappeared, and I saw another dude with a nikon. I started chatting him up and he turned out to be a huge camera nerd. We walked to the school and were just chatting in the hallway. For some reason, guys kept getting stuck at the bathrooms, and could not decipher which one was the men's and which was the women's.
A separate dream occured.
I was playing some snowboarding game.. the character was moving way too fast, and i think the level was that snowboarding game in the newest zelda game for the wii. I was racing someone and lost horribly.
and then another...
I was with some chick.. she had a big assault rifle. We were part of a police squad or something. After we thought we had eradicated all of the terrorists or badguys, we were wandering around a warehouse that had a bunch of scaffolding set up (for no apparent reason, the inside seemed finished and there were no paint buckets) and very cluttered. There was a woman there who was some sort of special agent for the badguys. she seemed pretty distant and not paying attention. I grabbed my staff and told my assault wielding partner chick that I'd handle this one. the evil woman looked at me and then i showed her my staff and then she got her staff out. we fought for a while and eventually i hit her staff so hard that it broke in half. i wacked her on the head and she said "ow!" and i guess that signaled that I had defeated her. she fell on her knees and said "finish me quickly". I then got my chef's knife out and whipped out a sweet potato. I cut one end off, about an inch from the top, and stood the sweet potato on this new flat end, as if the potato was standing up. I guess this meant that I was going to spare her life and that she could stand and walk away.
After a while, I got a letter from the government of the country that the evil woman was from. I was being sued for assault. They sent me some gifts: a motorcycle and a video of her family demanding an apology. They wanted me to apologize by going to the nearest tattoo artist and getting a very expensive tattoo. I didn't have much money at the time, but some guy that I knew decided to give me a ride and pay half of the tattoo for me. I was grateful. by the time the tattoo artist was finished, the bill came out to $1,200 and my friend bailed out on me because it was too expensive. I haggled the price down and got out of there.
It was snowing outside and I needed a ride. Chiken was there with a truck. he gave me a ride and we reminisced about when I got my first tattoo and drove to butte that same day (this actually happened).
later that day I ran into that evil woman again. and again I defeated her. I was about to cut the potato again, but for the life of me, I could not cut a straight cut and the potato kept toppling over. I took it as a sign and executed evil woman.
wow.
> I grabbed my staff and told my assault wielding partner chick that I'd handle this one. the evil woman looked at me and then i showed her my staff and then she got her staff out. we fought for a while and eventually i hit her staff so hard that it broke in half.
:o
:o
I know.
That all seems surprisingly easy to interpret. :-o
> I was with some chick.. she had a big assault rifle.
question mark? :P
> I was with some chick.. she had a big assault rifle.
question mark? :P
that picture rules
!!
guns
guns
yep
I had a 9 min. dream between my alarm going off and actually waking up this morning.
Lots of distant, terrible things happened, then the guy I was with started trying to kill this mouse that was downstairs with us. It started to get away when my parents' cat attacked it. He was suddenly reassured that the cat would finish the job.
The cat chewed on the mouse and toyed with it mercilessly until the mouse was laying on the floor half dead with its little white belly up (only it had a gridded pattern similar to turtle bellies) covered in blood. Suddenly I was desperate to save the helpless thing but I couldn't find the wound! I woke up with my heart in my throat, overwhelmed with anger and sadness.
:(
Lots of distant, terrible things happened, then the guy I was with started trying to kill this mouse that was downstairs with us. It started to get away when my parents' cat attacked it. He was suddenly reassured that the cat would finish the job.
The cat chewed on the mouse and toyed with it mercilessly until the mouse was laying on the floor half dead with its little white belly up (only it had a gridded pattern similar to turtle bellies) covered in blood. Suddenly I was desperate to save the helpless thing but I couldn't find the wound! I woke up with my heart in my throat, overwhelmed with anger and sadness.
:(
then i got mad at lucas for this and instead of changing it, he just compensated me with cash and free massage vouchers.
I love this still.
take comfort in the fact that mice suck.
haven't really had any dreams for a while but last night i had a weird one.
i was basically going about my life as usual but instead of just doing something, i had to say a button from an NES controller or series of buttons that would do the required task that i wanted.
i was basically going about my life as usual but instead of just doing something, i had to say a button from an NES controller or series of buttons that would do the required task that i wanted.
^ gamerrrr
fuck I've had bad dreams recently.
fuck I've had bad dreams recently.
All I've been dreaming about lately is getting sucked out on the river. The worst one was losing a boat to quads on the river. Man that one killed me.
gambling debt resonances?
Lol. I'm in 0 debt. :) I have something to show you. Check your facebook.
...uh oh what am I missing? I checked it.
Last evening I dreamt that I was on my way to work this morning. I was taking the subway ( Usually I take an express bus to a path train ). At one random stop ( I think either pacific or lawrence street ) I see a friend so I hop off to say hello. We have a chat. I get back on the train. I realize a little further on I've forgotten my laptop for work. Now I start to try and figure out... is it better being 2 hours late for work, or being on time without a machine. So I eventually decided to go back home for the laptop.
Woke up in a cold sweat... terrifying dream... way too normal. Pretty sure aliens are going to attack today. Be ready. Stay alert.
Woke up in a cold sweat... terrifying dream... way too normal. Pretty sure aliens are going to attack today. Be ready. Stay alert.
I've been having nightmares about tetris. :\
maybe changing your avatar will help
i had so many nightmares last night about ph.d applications
shit sucked
i had so many nightmares last night about ph.d applications
shit sucked
I think the fact that i beat my highscore just now will help. :)
Last night I dreamed my brother was getting married and I was the photographer.
I have had two dreams in which my tattoo has faded almost out of existence. then when I wake up I have to check and make sure it didn't actually happen.
I had a dream that I slept with my best friend in 10th grade. She looked beautiful.
Dream Pederast
> I had a dream that I slept with my best friend in 10th grade. She looked beautiful.
I'm glad you rephrased this from the facebook post. :)
I'm glad you rephrased this from the facebook post. :)
Lol internet stalker. :)
Okay had a very neat dream/nightmare last night. Here goes...
So I am wandering through some semi industrial urban streets. I know them ( in the dream anyways ). And I am looking for a bar, but I know the area is somewhat unsafe. So I am hurrying. While searching I notice a number of lights are off. Just so much darker than usual. I find the bar I am looking for, and they are closed. So I rather dejectedly make a b line for the train station.
When I arrive at the train station, it's like a ground level version of the 1 train station at 242nd street in the bronx. Only, about 3000 times more unsafe in design. When I get there the station has very few lights on. There's a car on the tracks about midway into the station. I wander over to see what's up with the train service.
The folks in the car were not exactly helpful. When I approached they basically surrounded me and escorted me to a bench in the rear of the station. This is when I announced, "take whatever you want, it's yours." Which apparently confused them, because they seemed dead set on having to beat my stuff out of me. When it finally dawned on them I was not going to resist at all, they simply said "well in that case, can you tell us where the train is?" To which I responded, "Not sure, but it usually comes in on this track." I pointed at the track with their car on it.
Around that moment the train comes in ( fairly quietly ) out of the darkness and proceeds to derail the first to cars attempting to climb over the thieves motor vehicle.
End result is pandemonium. People pouring onto the station, and the thieves disappear into the crowd. I hang out for a minute just to be certain and then I make for the station exit.
When I get to the station exit, for some reason people are pairing off in an incredibly organized manner to make the most efficient use of cabs possible. I shout out "is anyone going to bay ridge?" one person answers yes. He heads over. It's at this point the thieves reappear and force me to take a seat on the curb. They are arguing over something and an indeterminate amount of time passes.
Next thing I know It feels like a summer day in august and it's bright out. I am trying to come to grips with this new surrounding, and it occurs to me... that's not the sun. That's the moon.
For some reason the moon was lit up like the sun for about a half a minute. Suddenly it fades back to itself. I look around, people are all a little more than spooked.
Suddenly in the distance, the houses start lifting, as the earth itself is moving almost like a wave... I move out of the station into the street. The wave stops a good distance away... everything from the horizon to that point jumps a good bit, and then explodes upward. Massive massive explosion. I end up on my back looking up at the debris soaring into the sky.
Some of it is headed my way. I try to spot anything big enough to kill me so I can avoid it and I try to get up and run. I dodge one large concrete block, and I make for (apparently) the woods behind the train station.
Dream ends.
Checked watch... 3 am.
Best visual effects in a dream I've ever ever had.
So I am wandering through some semi industrial urban streets. I know them ( in the dream anyways ). And I am looking for a bar, but I know the area is somewhat unsafe. So I am hurrying. While searching I notice a number of lights are off. Just so much darker than usual. I find the bar I am looking for, and they are closed. So I rather dejectedly make a b line for the train station.
When I arrive at the train station, it's like a ground level version of the 1 train station at 242nd street in the bronx. Only, about 3000 times more unsafe in design. When I get there the station has very few lights on. There's a car on the tracks about midway into the station. I wander over to see what's up with the train service.
The folks in the car were not exactly helpful. When I approached they basically surrounded me and escorted me to a bench in the rear of the station. This is when I announced, "take whatever you want, it's yours." Which apparently confused them, because they seemed dead set on having to beat my stuff out of me. When it finally dawned on them I was not going to resist at all, they simply said "well in that case, can you tell us where the train is?" To which I responded, "Not sure, but it usually comes in on this track." I pointed at the track with their car on it.
Around that moment the train comes in ( fairly quietly ) out of the darkness and proceeds to derail the first to cars attempting to climb over the thieves motor vehicle.
End result is pandemonium. People pouring onto the station, and the thieves disappear into the crowd. I hang out for a minute just to be certain and then I make for the station exit.
When I get to the station exit, for some reason people are pairing off in an incredibly organized manner to make the most efficient use of cabs possible. I shout out "is anyone going to bay ridge?" one person answers yes. He heads over. It's at this point the thieves reappear and force me to take a seat on the curb. They are arguing over something and an indeterminate amount of time passes.
Next thing I know It feels like a summer day in august and it's bright out. I am trying to come to grips with this new surrounding, and it occurs to me... that's not the sun. That's the moon.
For some reason the moon was lit up like the sun for about a half a minute. Suddenly it fades back to itself. I look around, people are all a little more than spooked.
Suddenly in the distance, the houses start lifting, as the earth itself is moving almost like a wave... I move out of the station into the street. The wave stops a good distance away... everything from the horizon to that point jumps a good bit, and then explodes upward. Massive massive explosion. I end up on my back looking up at the debris soaring into the sky.
Some of it is headed my way. I try to spot anything big enough to kill me so I can avoid it and I try to get up and run. I dodge one large concrete block, and I make for (apparently) the woods behind the train station.
Dream ends.
Checked watch... 3 am.
Best visual effects in a dream I've ever ever had.
that rules.
Pretty much, yeah. That's awesome.
now make it into a 3D movie
... On Salvia
kind of off topic but
I hate when this happens
I just got done doing my web application project and the entire time I was doing it, all I ever dreamed about was java code. I hate waking up and knowing that my mind hasn't gotten off the task at hand.
I hate when this happens
I just got done doing my web application project and the entire time I was doing it, all I ever dreamed about was java code. I hate waking up and knowing that my mind hasn't gotten off the task at hand.
In my dream, I had a pet dolphin that I rescued from some terrible situation in either Taiwan or Vietnam. I was flabbergasted that my dad allowed me to keep it and transport it home. My dolphin liked hot dogs. I think something bad had happened to it (mentally), though, because once (when I brought it a hebrew national hot dog and two hot dog buns) it got so excited that it stupidly jumped out of its tank and flew into a door. It got back in the tank but looked like its nose/head hurt pretty badly afterward. I felt terrible. :(
At the end of the dream, they were taking it away from me to examine the quality of its diet... :(
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P.S. Why the crap is this thread under art and poetry?
At the end of the dream, they were taking it away from me to examine the quality of its diet... :(
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P.S. Why the crap is this thread under art and poetry?
At work one (male) coworker casually told anther (male) coworker that he had a dream about having anal sex with him.
I hope he enjoyed it
A girl and her hotdog loving dolphin. Sounds like the feel good movie of the summer.
Sounds more like Ecco the Dolphin meets a Boy and his Blob.
I wonder if dolphins would love hotdogs... I bet they would.
They'd just have to add a better, more feel-good ending.
Last night I dreamt I was in a killing situation. In my room, I waited with another for them to stumble across us. My shotgun could slam 5 cartridges before reloading, but something started going wrong with the pump action. I would pull the trigger and get nothing, or a delay. They ran and dodged and I couldn't hit more than 1/3rd of them. I'd wake up exhausted, turn over, and immediately be back in it.
There was a boat situation at another point, and I was throw into the water with urgent warnings about sharks, so had to scramble out onto rocks before they could snag my legs.
I'm still so tired..
There was a boat situation at another point, and I was throw into the water with urgent warnings about sharks, so had to scramble out onto rocks before they could snag my legs.
I'm still so tired..
Freaking sharks... when I was a kid I had this dream occasionally where I was trying to swim to shore and there were sharks waiting just a ways out for me... but no matter how hard I swam I could never quite reach shore.... because the water kept filling up the land in front of me.
So... finally that dream goes away... anyways I remember one night after that I'm dreaming I'm in my parents home wandering around... and suddenly someone starts screaming run.... so I make for the garage... and like 2 of my friends are there and we're hiding...
Outside we see a shark flying about looking for us.
Freaking flying sharks.... those godless killing machines are unstoppable. Not even constrained by the laws of physics.
So... finally that dream goes away... anyways I remember one night after that I'm dreaming I'm in my parents home wandering around... and suddenly someone starts screaming run.... so I make for the garage... and like 2 of my friends are there and we're hiding...
Outside we see a shark flying about looking for us.
Freaking flying sharks.... those godless killing machines are unstoppable. Not even constrained by the laws of physics.
I've been having a recurring dream lately.
I walk down a street, and towards me comes a person looking like my friend Mathias. We walk past eachother. I turn around and cry "Hi, Mathias." He turns around and looks confused. I realize it might not be my friend, but I still have a strong feeling that he is. The dream ends.
I walk down a street, and towards me comes a person looking like my friend Mathias. We walk past eachother. I turn around and cry "Hi, Mathias." He turns around and looks confused. I realize it might not be my friend, but I still have a strong feeling that he is. The dream ends.
Your dream seems like a Kaurismaki movie. And I find that funnier than your dream.
I dreamed about this song last night. Probably because it was played while dancing at a wedding this weekend. In the dream, it had some kind of profound meaning.
And I dreamed that I was with the groom's grampa when he died. Our conversation just before was emotional.
In real life, we thought he wouldn't make it long enough to see the wedding.
In real life, we thought he wouldn't make it long enough to see the wedding.
Sounds stress related. If I were you I'd go fishing or something.
dreams suck sometimes.
aw, tell ttf what happened
they just suck sometimes for digging up old feelings you'd hoped were gone. and you can't help it when it's in a dream!!
*nodding serious agreement*
I just wish I knew how the attack of the killer ants dream ended. It was getting really fucking good. I was like 3 sequels in too. I was invested.
sunk costs
my jar of maple syrup kept making a mess on the glass shelf in the refrigerator last night. :[
I had a nightmare and a half last night.
I woke up thinking I was still in the dream.
I woke up thinking I was still in the dream.
So, I went to sleep last evening a rational person. As it is with sleep, reality faded away and a new reality replaced it some nebulous amount of time after. In this new reality, I found myself in a room in my old house on 79th street, but the house wasn't that house. It was something of a spooky old mansion. A family home if you will. One that was familiar. One that I had been in a hundred times before and had remembered being terrified of as a child.
I was in a room with my father, my younger brother and mother were elsewhere in another room.
We were preparing to go to sleep. I was lying on the bed. And looking up at the ceiling. In this room as in many for whatever reason the ceiling was missing and the internal lattice work of the structure exposed. Within that structure I begin to make out shapes. There were geckos. Many of them.
I basically turned to my dad and said "this is going to sound strange but I think the ceiling is infested with geckos." He looked up and around then they began to drop dead from the ceiling and onto my bed. This of course had me startled. I jumped up and moved away from the new rain storm of fallen reptiles. The night had just begun.
My father and I left to go get some stuff to deal with the geckos. When we returned, our bags and clothing were gone. In what may have been a far more terrifying response my father simply took it in stride and said we'd look in the morning to see if we could find it, for now we should just sleep.
We tried. Damn how we tried. But the configuration of the rooms furniture kept changing. Around the time the doors began to move around and multiply, we decided it was time to choose another room. Now we never saw anything move at this point, but look away for a moment and everything out of sight became fair game.
We met up with my mother and younger brother who were having their own issues. We moved upwards in the house to the third floor. For whatever reason we had the belief that the third floor was less, troublesome.
My mother began to tell us a story of a room that we should leave immediately if we began to see anything strange. It was a story about a young woman. If we saw a nice young woman in any of the rooms, we should leave immediately. That's all she said. But she said it in a way that was both terrified ( her ) and also completely disbelieving of what she was saying.
We after several small encounters moving about, found what appeared to be a sane room. No exposed ceiling. No windows. Just two doors. One I believe exited to a terrace, and another back to the main hall way. Our parents for whatever reason took off in search of something and said they'd be right back. I thought nothing of this but my little brother who is now like 24 was suddenly like 12. He apparently was not aware of my mother's story since he was completely unperturbed when the young Mexican lady walked in from the lit hallway ( the hallway did not have working lights ). She crossed the room between us, and kneeled at a kneeler next to the head of my bed to pray. She turned, looked at me, and smiled. I grabbed my little brother, hollared for an assist from the parents and booked it into the hallway. I looked back, the lady was still there.
Eventually we ended up moving some beds into a hallway, giving up entirely on finding out clothes, and just attempting to sleep. By this time light was streaming in the windows. I tossed and turned, and at one point woke up thinking... I am actually going to have to write a blog post announcing I believe in fucking ghosts. It was around this time I realized I was no longer in a hallway. But the bed was the same.
It was in fact the bed from my apt in mountain view. And I was very much awake. My alarm for work had not yet sounded. It would soon. I got up. Quickly dressed, and sat down to write this before I forgot the dream. Not before sitting in front of the heater with every light in the place on for a few minutes.
I am still running on an adrenaline high.
If nightmares are a release valve, I am glad as shit I released whatever the hell I did.
I was in a room with my father, my younger brother and mother were elsewhere in another room.
We were preparing to go to sleep. I was lying on the bed. And looking up at the ceiling. In this room as in many for whatever reason the ceiling was missing and the internal lattice work of the structure exposed. Within that structure I begin to make out shapes. There were geckos. Many of them.
I basically turned to my dad and said "this is going to sound strange but I think the ceiling is infested with geckos." He looked up and around then they began to drop dead from the ceiling and onto my bed. This of course had me startled. I jumped up and moved away from the new rain storm of fallen reptiles. The night had just begun.
My father and I left to go get some stuff to deal with the geckos. When we returned, our bags and clothing were gone. In what may have been a far more terrifying response my father simply took it in stride and said we'd look in the morning to see if we could find it, for now we should just sleep.
We tried. Damn how we tried. But the configuration of the rooms furniture kept changing. Around the time the doors began to move around and multiply, we decided it was time to choose another room. Now we never saw anything move at this point, but look away for a moment and everything out of sight became fair game.
We met up with my mother and younger brother who were having their own issues. We moved upwards in the house to the third floor. For whatever reason we had the belief that the third floor was less, troublesome.
My mother began to tell us a story of a room that we should leave immediately if we began to see anything strange. It was a story about a young woman. If we saw a nice young woman in any of the rooms, we should leave immediately. That's all she said. But she said it in a way that was both terrified ( her ) and also completely disbelieving of what she was saying.
We after several small encounters moving about, found what appeared to be a sane room. No exposed ceiling. No windows. Just two doors. One I believe exited to a terrace, and another back to the main hall way. Our parents for whatever reason took off in search of something and said they'd be right back. I thought nothing of this but my little brother who is now like 24 was suddenly like 12. He apparently was not aware of my mother's story since he was completely unperturbed when the young Mexican lady walked in from the lit hallway ( the hallway did not have working lights ). She crossed the room between us, and kneeled at a kneeler next to the head of my bed to pray. She turned, looked at me, and smiled. I grabbed my little brother, hollared for an assist from the parents and booked it into the hallway. I looked back, the lady was still there.
Eventually we ended up moving some beds into a hallway, giving up entirely on finding out clothes, and just attempting to sleep. By this time light was streaming in the windows. I tossed and turned, and at one point woke up thinking... I am actually going to have to write a blog post announcing I believe in fucking ghosts. It was around this time I realized I was no longer in a hallway. But the bed was the same.
It was in fact the bed from my apt in mountain view. And I was very much awake. My alarm for work had not yet sounded. It would soon. I got up. Quickly dressed, and sat down to write this before I forgot the dream. Not before sitting in front of the heater with every light in the place on for a few minutes.
I am still running on an adrenaline high.
If nightmares are a release valve, I am glad as shit I released whatever the hell I did.
> We tried. Damn how we tried.
in my dream last night a girl who I work with kissed me and then we exchanged messages via the internet but almost all of hers were scans of written pages.
dream girl---
kind of happened into hanging out with the girl I dreamt about last night. mildly confusing but ok.
that's the best because it turns the waking experience into a dream-like trance
> mildly confusing but ok.
mixed signals!?
mixed signals!?
ambiguous or nonexistent signals. I also kind of have a thing for this other girl I work with.
girls galore!
well, yeah--it's boston!
Boston is known for its outrageous female ratio or something?
I just meant it's pretty swell for asemi that he works with so many cuties!
I just meant it's pretty swell for asemi that he works with so many cuties!
Last night I dreamed that someone at work was trying to sabotage me. For some reason I had a 12 inch powerbook and my Atrix on my desk. When I came back from the restroom(which was about a 10 minute break), the PowerBook and Atrix were cracked and in shambles. I picked up the powerbook and it was warm, but it had the consistency of a brownie. The atrix was just cracked. Someone wanted me fired.
hahahahhaa @ "the consistency of a brownie"
I've been having recurring nightmares of various tidal wave scenarios for the past couple years, and lately they have been getting more intense and epic. getting kind of sick of it, because tidal waves freak me out! :0
they used to be similar dreams, but now they are more like really long detailed movie scenes or short films, different every time.
they used to be similar dreams, but now they are more like really long detailed movie scenes or short films, different every time.
Physics dreams. S and I have been sleeping in a lot lately and I will wake up in the middle of the night and ask her about propulsion systems and how rockets don't veer off course with thrusters or how I was calculating 1/!n. Weird ass shit.
I hate doing hw right up until i go to bed because I always dream about the hw. take for example last night. I was doing a problem which had me do the mix columns step of AES by hand, which is just a bunch of polynomial multiplication/division and binary/hex conversion. But there's enough of it that it took me about 10 pages of work to get the new 4x4 state matrix. As soon as I was done, I went to bed. Fuckin' dream that night was nothing but polynomials, modular math on the polynomials, and a shit ton of hex numbers!!! I just wanted to get away from it with some sleep but it haunted me in my dreams!
i used to have dreams about excel when i would work late
these days if i have any caffeine / nicotine / other drugs near bedtime i don't dream
these days if i have any caffeine / nicotine / other drugs near bedtime i don't dream
I dreamt I was hanging out and came across a weird green spider that looked like one of those insects that camouflaged itself as a plant. It was chilling I was chilling. Then it fired it's web at me.
So I am all.. what are you drunk spider? And I try to break its web off of me. But instead I just pull the spider off the wall. He seems... unphased by this.
He starts pulling himself toward me. like a boss.
I am having none of his shenanigans and decide that he has violated the truce that I have with spiders by attacking me first. I decide to quickly end hostilities with the application of kinetic peace engineering.
In short... I stepped on his spider as..
Only... He didn't die. It was like stepping on a vinyl mat. It was there. And alive... and now it was pissed.
So I used the leverage of my foot to break myself free of it's web. Then I looked for something a bit more.... permanent to place upon it's mantel.
The spider however squirmed free.
It ran for the wall. I stepped back eyeing the little bastard up.
He shot his web again. This time I wasn't fooling around and was able to disconnect his cable without knocking him off the wall.
Then I seized it's angry ass with a napkin and ran to my kitchen in search of some Mjölnir like device with which to end it's fierce existence. Dream ends.
So I am all.. what are you drunk spider? And I try to break its web off of me. But instead I just pull the spider off the wall. He seems... unphased by this.
He starts pulling himself toward me. like a boss.
I am having none of his shenanigans and decide that he has violated the truce that I have with spiders by attacking me first. I decide to quickly end hostilities with the application of kinetic peace engineering.
In short... I stepped on his spider as..
Only... He didn't die. It was like stepping on a vinyl mat. It was there. And alive... and now it was pissed.
So I used the leverage of my foot to break myself free of it's web. Then I looked for something a bit more.... permanent to place upon it's mantel.
The spider however squirmed free.
It ran for the wall. I stepped back eyeing the little bastard up.
He shot his web again. This time I wasn't fooling around and was able to disconnect his cable without knocking him off the wall.
Then I seized it's angry ass with a napkin and ran to my kitchen in search of some Mjölnir like device with which to end it's fierce existence. Dream ends.
in my dreams last night I: touched a really nice butt, visited nestor's tiny and weird apartment in Boston, and manually extracted buckyballs that were crawling underneath my skin like worms.
how tiny are we taking here?
also, awesome.
also, awesome.
it was a very small L-shaped room, half of which appeared to be constructed from scrapwood sometime in the 17th century, the other half being a kitchen and a tiny loveseat with a TV above it, which seemed odd. I forget why I was there or who I was there with.
I'm still kind of freaked out about ripping those metal balls out from under my skin. too vivid.
I'm still kind of freaked out about ripping those metal balls out from under my skin. too vivid.