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General Discussions => Spunk => Topic started by: Lexington on May 09, 2006, 11:43:29 am
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ive been having some strange dreams lately. here are 2 that i remember.
so i\'m at this festival. we\'re in a huge field with a massive stage, but for some reson theres not many people on the green. so we leisurely stroll up to the front of the stage to see what band could draw such a haggard crowd. out walks the Jimi Hendrix Experience. so of course we all cream ourselves and start cheering. the band looks around and is like "woa, this crowd is haggard." then they start playing "city of tiny lights" but it wasn\'t like i was listening to the original version; i could actually hear it being played by the experience. then i woke up in a puddle of drool.
dream 2 (this ones a little scattered)
so me, elisa, carla and mandler are all chillin at my house. all of a sudden something bad happens (i wanna say my house started flooding, or maybe there was a po-non at the door) and we all run upstairs to my attic to wait out the storm. so we\'re chillin, drinkin, smokin, and i bust out my guitar. Carla\'s like "yo lemme play" i\'m like "ok". then she starts going off, playing crazy jazz/classical style shit in the two handed piano stlye technique of Stanley Jordan (if you\'ve never heard him, CHECK IT OUT). so basically the dream ends as we all sit around and watch CBass rage out some tunes.
so anyways, if anyone has any wierd dreams post em
and if anyone can offer any dream interpretations, feel free (although i\'m sure the underlying meanings of my dreams is that *** is the kiss of god)
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they make dream interpretation dictionaries. i have one... some interesting stuff in there.
here\'s one:
i don\'t remember a lot of the details anymore but basically the part that\'s etched into my brain is getting stoned (not smoked) by a bunch of my friends and the Pope.... there was some other stuff but that\'s what\'s stuck in my head
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is getting stoned (not smoked) by a bunch of my friends and the Pope....
Was it the new Pope? He\'s scary!
(http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/images/I13395-2005Apr24)
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^^^ i think it was the old one but i don\'t remember many faces... damn that guy looks evil
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i don\'t really remember my dreams that much anymore. kinda sucks. i think it has a lot to do with the fact that i don\'t get enough sleep/have to wake up too early these days. i remember having really weird dreams when i was stressed or overwhelmed that i sort of tried to figure out myself.
fyi-"wierd" is "weird" the i before e rule does not apply to this word.
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fyi-"wierd" is "weird" the i before e rule does not apply to this word.
what do you know
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fyi-"wierd" is "weird" the i before e rule does not apply to this word.
what do you know
lol trust me on this one...i learned it the hard way.
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fyi-"wierd" is "weird" the i before e rule does not apply to this word.
what do you know
lol trust me on this one...i learned it the hard way.
you win this time
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youre supposed to forget your dreams within 15seconds (or minutes? can\'t remember) upon waking up so most of the dreams i have i forgetton. however, the really really weird ones i still remember...b/c they were just too nutty.
both incidents may or may not have been in the same dream but were probably the result of smoking resin or shitty **** the night before (sometimes desperate times to get high calls for horribly disgusting desperate measures..):
so i\'m flying/zipping down this one main street i grew up on spiderman style, but the weird thing is, theres no tall buildings or tall trees to swing off of. i actually felt the movement of swinging and the rush in this dream..it was super weird. i finally land, and look at myself in a mirror and realize i\'m tripping my face off on *********. i finally snap out of it, wake up, and then fall back asleep
in the next dream:
i\'m meeting up w/ some of my buddies on this overpass bridge overlooking the interstate. there are no cars on the interstate at all and i\'m like "so what the fuck are we supposed to be looking at?" then, i see this motorcyle/street bike thing flying down the highway super fast...with jimmy page STANDING ON TOP OF IT, playing the solo to stairway to heaven (not the best solo but for some reason he was playing stairway in my dream). i look to my friends and say "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? HOLY SHIT! JIMMY PAGE IS FUCKIN GOD!!!"
and that was the end.
when i woke up i was like, fuck dude, that was too weird, i need to find some headies...
also, have you ever had those dreams where its really dark and youre trying to find your way around and you try to open your eyes more in your dreams to see better but end up opening your eyes and waking up? or when your walking and you trip or fall all of a sudden and then you jerk awake? i heard when that happens its a muscle spasm of some sort.
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Most recent weird dream happened after visting the "Bodies" Exhibit in NYC. There was a whole section on digestion and how it takes 14-24 hours to completely digest and expel food from your body. But, as we all know, sometimes you can track your food and see what you just ate... such as, corn or, often, carrots.
So, I had this dream after eating some huevos rancheros that I shat picturesque, untouched sunny side up eggs and then proceeded to have a conversation about digestion with everyone in my dream.
The other dream involved a backpack full of raw hotdogs but I won\'t get into that...
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Most recent weird dream happened after visting the "Bodies" Exhibit in NYC. There was a whole section on digestion and how it takes 14-24 hours to completely digest and expel food from your body. But, as we all know, sometimes you can track your food and see what you just ate... such as, corn or, often, carrots.
So, I had this dream after eating some huevos rancheros that I shat picturesque, untouched sunny side up eggs and then proceeded to have a conversation about digestion with everyone in my dream.
The other dream involved a backpack full of raw hotdogs but I won\'t get into that...
I went to that exhibit back in Feburary when my brother was home. It is certainly something else. Can\'t say I have weird dreams from it but it is definitely something else.
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The other dream involved a backpack full of raw hotdogs but I won\'t get into that...
Oh, the thoughts running through my head!! :lol: Don\'t even want to ask!!! :D
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Heres one i had last nite
so i\'m at timmy tour, but instead of being at richters or bar it was at sweet jane\'s in hartford (its a bar i work at). so needless to say it was the sickest timmy tour imaginable> late night fiasco, but late nite was at like this outdoor fair with beer tents ans little stands selling food, balloons, etc. then i meet up with my (whore) exgirlfreinds dad (who is chill) and we puff couple jibbas. then he\'s like \'dude help me set this thing up\' and i\'m like \'ok\'. it turs out that \'this thing\' is like a structure made out of little lights and wire that was compressed into a flat disc and we just had to pull it out/expand it (think of... well idunno, its pretty hard to describe, i guess like a giant flat slinky that we had to pull... idunno). so any ways, we each grab an end and start pullnig and the shape of the thing becomes clear- its a fake christmas tree. then timmy comes over and we all try to set it upright but it breaks. (pretty anti-climactic, right)
i think it means that Timmy Tour is the shit and Christmas trees should not be made of wire and lights
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I used to have a reoccurring(sp) dream that i was helping batman fight crime. Jumping from building to building and such. That was a while ago...and now I dont remember my dreams.
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now I dont remember my dreams.
yeah me neither, althought I do remeber part of a dream from the other night, all I really remember was I was running from something, not sure exactly what, and I was carrying a baby (maybe my neice?) I think I might have dropped the baby into a hole of some kind, god that can\'t mean anything good......
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I think I might have dropped the baby into a hole of some kind
:wah: oh my...
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I think I might have dropped the baby into a hole of some kind
Baby Jessica?
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i had an interesting one last night.... but i can\'t really remember it.... all i remember is a police check point and me being wasted and the cop talking to me like nothing was wrong and i was driving a painters van of some sorts and the cop gave me a registration sticker to put on the license plate but when he was talking to me his nose was like right in my face like he was smelling for something but he didn\'t bother me but he was getting pissed that i couldn\'t comprehend what he was saying so i did the i don\'t know what the fuck your saying but i\'ll smile and nod like i do..... kind of like your doing right now reading through this rant.......
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Here\'s two really stupid dreams that I had this morning. I always have my wierdest dreams in those few hours after I first woken up and keep dropping out for the next hour or two.
In the first dream, I\'m at a diner with my father, a high school basketball coach I know, and Johnny Sack, or Vince Curatola, if you prefer. We\'re actually watching an episode of the Sopranos. The coach is talking about how Pearl Jam is no longer as good as they used to be when my father says "Well Ten is pretty good," to which the coach responds, "Well yeah Ten is pretty good." Of course, either of these guys would probably prefer the Four Seasons to PJ, which makes it even more baffling. Finally, the waiter comes to the table and Sack tells him that he will not wear his wedding ring in prison. I say nothing in the entire scene.
In the second dream, I\'m at a holiday party with a family that is not mine. I walk down a staircase and see Bill Clinton and Doug Flutie talking to each other. Flutie is in his Chicago Bears uniform. I\'m about to starting talking to Bill when he stops me and says, "I know you. You\'re Chris Piccirillo." I then reach for a handshake and he shakes my forearm. Again, I say nothing.
Two scenes where I don\'t say a word. I must be dreaming.
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Two scenes where I don\'t say a word. I must be dreaming.
Sure you weren\'t dead???
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this isnt\' too weird but.....
I had a dream last night that someone shaved my goatee off in while I slept, woke up and had to check my chin, was a little frightening
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this isnt\' too weird but.....
I had a dream last night that someone shaved my goatee off in while I slept, woke up and had to check my chin, was a little frightening
were you wearing your shoes:out:
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thankfully I was not, I can\'t sleep with my shoes on, esp at late night, if I\'m remotely tired the shoes are comin off....... JIC
I never remember my dreams which is why this struck me.......
btw that\'s a great smiley.....
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this isnt\' too weird but.....
I had a dream last night that someone shaved my goatee off in while I slept, woke up and had to check my chin, was a little frightening
were you wearing your shoes:out:
rotflrotfl
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okay htis one is really cool
so me and my Wyoming buddy are driving somewhere, actually he\'s driving and i am in the passengers seat. all of a sudden i notice this little (<12 in) snake wrapping itself around a redbull can that was in the cup holder. the snake was green with yellow blotches. i\'m all psyched about it and start taking glamour shots of it with my camera. then we notice an abundance of exotic snakes on the road. these snakes are all varieties, but have one thing in common: they are all imaginary species. so we are driving very slowly now, checking out all the bizarre snakes and speculating what might\'ve happened to cause their appearance. Maybe the house of reptiles got broken into? maybe a collector forgot to close his shit? global warming?
anyways, we see a huge ribbon snake (>10 ft) and giant reticulated python in from of this one house, so we\'re like "Chea kiid!!" and stop the car to check them out. It turns out the house is positively crawling with awesome colubrids. so we go in and start hanging out, sitting on the couch. we notice all sorts of exotic animals from all taxa, although they are escaping me at the moment.
all of a sudden, some authority figure of some sort comes to the door and is like "you guys are idiots, most of these are poisonous!!" but we know better, being biogeeks extraordinaire. then he says "and there is a grizzly bear behind the entertainment center!!!" we foolishly run around to look and sure enough there it is, growling fiercely. we collectively poop ourselves. the bear starts to chase us, my buddy runs outside and i run upstairs. the bear folllows me.
then i am in my old house, the one i grew up in in Ledyard. i run into my parents room which had a closet with lock on the door and a window that opened out to the roof. i go into the closet, lock the door and then climb out onto the roof. as i run down the shingles i hear the bear tear down the closet door in hot pursuit. i jump down to the ground (~15 ft) and jump in the car with my biogeek buddy. we start driving away, freaking out like "o my god that was crazy!!!" then we get stuck in some ser traffic and i look in the rear view mirror to see the grizzly chasing the car! only at this point, our car has become the dog-like truck from dumb and dumbermy buddy starts swerving and trying to ditch the bear but its too late! the bear pulls a cujo leap of fury straight at the truck anf start fighting it as if it were a giant bear.
our huge mammalian ddog truck now takes a life of its own and starts bear fighting with the grizz;y. its abrutal fight we whitness from inside the vehicle, similar to one of those power ranger fight scenes whre they are all in godzilla sized transformer shits, only we are\'nt godzila sized, i guess.
so anyway our truck kills the grizzly bear with a crucial bite to the throat, then bvecomes an inanimate truck again, only trashed from the fight.
THEN it gets weird. i am now relaying this dream to my parents in an extremely realistsic manner, from my speech and mannerisms and everything. then Alli says "what are you talkng about?" and i realize that i was talking in my sleep
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So, has anyone heard about research that indicates the brain fires synapses of random images that ONLY last seconds, but we tend to remember them (if we do) in a linear fashion? It is amazing how the subconscious strings together images into a personalized storyline. How then could this apply to Carlos Castaneda\'s work? (may be getting in over my head here. lol)
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So, has anyone heard about research that indicates the brain fires synapses of random images that ONLY last seconds, but we tend to remember them (if we do) in a linear fashion? It is amazing how the subconscious strings together images into a personalized storyline. How then could this apply to Carlos Castaneda\'s work? (may be getting in over my head here. lol)
Well, this makes a whole lot of sense. No matter how long and linear my dreams seem, the subject matter is constantly shifting. The only way the topic doesn\'t change is with serious effort on my part when having a lucid dream.
This could also explain why I never manage to get laid in my dreams. I always get so close, but then, no.
Haven\'t actually read anything by Castaneda.