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[#] Thu Oct 03 2019 02:01:46 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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Really getting tired of having dreams that the dystopian future I worried about 30 years ago had actually come to exist. When I wake up it can sometimes take quite a number of minutes to get my brain wired back into the present, where things are actually pretty good.

I blame all of the usual suspects. No reason why, I just do.

[#] Thu Oct 03 2019 15:07:53 UTC from darknetuser

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I just keep getting dreams about killing stuff. Which is great.


I had this dream in which somebody poisoned a king, and there was a prophecy that if the king died, Ragnark would come. So I was charged to find the poisoner and beat the recipe of the antidote out of him.

Finding the poisoner turned out to involve junping from roof to roof assassins creed style, punching random people until somebody told me the main advisor of the king was the culprit. So I arrived to his palace with my sword and my mission.

The palace turned out to be guarded by killer robots who shot laser beams from their eyes, and the traitor himself was mounted in a combat mecha, and there was an epic fight in which I slashed robots left and right and got to capture the bastard and get the antidote from him, then I chopped his head like a real hero.

I returned to the throne room with the antidote, but the king died just as I arrived. At that very moment, a thunder cracked the sky and a quake shaked the earth. In the long distance it was heard the voice or Surtur (viking emon of fire) screaming that Ragnark had arrived and the world was about to end.


One of the courtesans explaimed "Look, a Viking army is comming to aid us in this last war!" And it was true. A large Viking fleet was lining up in order to fight the forces of destruction to the bitter end.


Then I woke up.

[#] Mon Jan 27 2020 18:41:26 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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Last night I counted the fireplaces in my house and there were over 25.

This morning I counted them again and there were 0.

[#] Tue Jan 28 2020 13:59:56 UTC from darknetuser

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2020-01-27 13:41 from IGnatius T Foobar
Last night I counted the fireplaces in my house and there were over 25.



This morning I counted them again and there were 0.



They fell into a dimensional wormhole. Or were stolen by tax collectors.

[#] Wed Jan 29 2020 15:37:20 UTC from athos-mn

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All TARDISs (TARDIS-i?); all with different incarnatoins of The Master.

[#] Thu Jan 30 2020 14:43:26 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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Possibly. I thought I'd stop having the "discovering parts of your house you didn't know were there" dreams would stop after I got a house I'm satisfied with.

[#] Wed Feb 12 2020 11:03:01 UTC from triLcat

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Mommy feeds everyone

Disturbing dream - make what you will of it

I go to the car, and take the baby (who is mine, but not one of my three real life kids) out of the car, preparing to nurse. Suddenly, I’m approached by three alien monsters, with sharp teeth and nails - something like the evil lovechild of the Alien and a Gremlin. They are clearly looking to eat me and the baby. They are hungry. I turn my back to them, offering. I say “I’m a mother. I will feed you. Please don’t take too much” 


I cradle the baby against me, protecting it, trying to nurse at the same time that these monsters are scratching off and eating my back. The pain is bearable, but I’m afraid that they will eat too much, and that I won’t be strong enough to fight them off. I’m pleading in my mind. “I’m a mother. I will feed you. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t take too much” but I’m afraid that they will eat all of me. I’m trying to figure out how I can fight them off without hurting the baby. 


They’re bigger than I am, strong, with huge sharp teeth and claws, and they’re literally eating me alive, and all I can do is let them eat me in the hope that they won’t eat too much or hurt the baby. I’m screaming but nothing comes out, I’m trying to beg them not to eat too much of me. Trying.

This is where the dream ends. 



[#] Thu Feb 13 2020 00:16:38 UTC from darknetuser

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Ok, that was bad enough.

I don't remember having a bad dream. Everytime I have dreams about monsters and such, I end up flasting them with magic or swords or machineguns.

[#] Wed Mar 11 2020 13:17:12 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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I want to have machine guns in dreams! That would be great for fending off those carnivorous aliens.

[#] Wed Mar 18 2020 14:18:37 UTC from Ragnar Danneskjold

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When I have dreams of firearms, they almost always fail.... I can see bullets in flight, or they just dribble out of the gun. They never recoil properly.

There must be some Freudian explanation.

[#] Wed Mar 18 2020 14:28:17 UTC from wizard of aahz

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<GRIN> I don't think it has to do with anything Oedipal. But I'm sure we can come up with some entertaining discussions.

[#] Thu Mar 19 2020 16:23:57 UTC from darknetuser

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2020-03-18 10:18 from Ragnar Danneskjold
When I have dreams of firearms, they almost always fail.... I can see

bullets in flight, or they just dribble out of the gun. They never

recoil properly.


In my case, it is hand-to-hand weapons that fail. But I think it is because in the dreams I use hand-to-hand weapons, like swords, my enemies are mummies or zombies. I hit them and they go to the floor, and then rise again.

A pegasus that breathes fire like a dragon... zombies don't rise after it roasts them...

[#] Fri Apr 03 2020 20:10:14 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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A pegasus that breathes fire like a dragon... zombies don't rise after

it roasts them...

Oh man ... I want to be one of the Dragonriders of Pern.

[#] Sat Apr 04 2020 18:09:12 UTC from darknetuser

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Oh man ... I want to be one of the Dragonriders of Pern.



Actually, it was a giant pegasus. The size of a house. He had some sort of wooded cabin on his back so you could get on it. According to the dream, some evil cyborgs crafted by the Opus Dei had captured him to make evil experiments.


I know I know. But look at the bright side. I need no drugs, I am halluzinating by default.

[#] Sun Oct 25 2020 16:20:51 UTC from zooer

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Why You Should Eat an Egg Each Night Before Bed

Is a hard-boiled egg the best bedtime snack? Nick Bitz, ND, naturopathic doctor and chief scientific author at YouTheory, makes a strong case for eating an egg (boiled, poached, or sunny-side up) when the moon is high in the sky. Eating an egg as a source of protein before bed could help you sleep better, he says.

https://www.wellandgood.com/protein-before-bed/



[#] Sat Feb 20 2021 15:55:54 UTC from Nurb432

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Does a Cadbury egg count? 

Sun Oct 25 2020 12:20:51 EDT from zooer

Why You Should Eat an Egg Each Night Before Bed

Is a hard-boiled egg the best bedtime snack? Nick Bitz, ND, naturopathic doctor and chief scientific author at YouTheory, makes a strong case for eating an egg (boiled, poached, or sunny-side up) when the moon is high in the sky. Eating an egg as a source of protein before bed could help you sleep better, he says.

https://www.wellandgood.com/protein-before-bed/



 



[#] Sat Feb 20 2021 16:25:47 UTC from zooer

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Try it and see...  Probably give you a sugar rush and weird dreams.

 

Speaking of which, I had a dream about Uncensored last night.  I don't usually remember my dreams and if I do I quickly forget them throughout the morning.

In this dream we all knew each other and have met.  I know many of you have met but I have never met any of you.  Each of you had faces.  The only thing I distinctly remember is that in each room someone posted a very similar comment about a distinct item.  It was as if the first room each user landed in they made a comment about the same obscure song.  I visited and each time I hit next a different user wrote "That reminds me of xxxx by the yyyys", or "I was thinking about this last night when I heard xxxx by the yyyys".  It was a single message in each room from a different user.

 



[#] Sun Feb 21 2021 02:33:26 UTC from IGnatius T Foobar

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My dreams are getting annoying.

Some of you may remember that I have (or perhaps had) a friend of 40+ years, who after some life changes (a divorce, some career turmoil, and the death of both of his parents within a short period of time) went quiet, despite my repeated attempts to reach out, despite an outpouring of kindness, and he eventually blocked me on all social media sites and blocked my number for text messages, without ever explaining why.

This lack of closure has been giving me unpleasant dreams for months now.

At first I would have dreams where he was simply there. Later on, it became dreams where he was there but he was cold to any attempt I made to connect with him. A few nights ago I got the latest upgrade: now I am having dreams where he is actively following me around and taunting me.

I can't decide whether he's being more difficult in my dreams or in real life. I miss my friend.

[#] Mon Feb 22 2021 18:46:45 UTC from ParanoidDelusions

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So, I've known this guy since about '87. 

I met him through his C-64 Warez BBS. He was a wholesome half-Venezuelan kind who looked like Eric Estrada (today people would probably say Bruno Marx). One of our first conversations was about him coming down to trade warez with me. I explained that I was a Satanic Speed Metalhead recovering from drugs. He was of course, a Southern Baptist evangelistic Christian. 

Eventually he got me going to his youth groups, and he helped me build a hot rodded Datsun 510. He never really approved of my lifestyle, which still included drinking and casual sex... but we became best friends after a fashion. My nephew ended up dating his little sister. He had this high school girlfriend - and they had chastity promises and all that. Then they got married and moved away to Arizona for him to take a trade school to become a mechanic. They quickly had two kids, and she wouldn't go on birth control, and he couldn't afford another child, as the auto mechanic thing wasn't working out - and so... I dunno... he was backsliding out here, I guess, and eventually left his wife and moved back to California. I got him a tech job at MCI and he leveraged it into a very long-term career. 

He met a woman up there, and she was older, and he was a big proponent of "She'll let me do anything I want..." but... I mean... I dunno, his first girlfriend/wife was gorgeous, but not worth it, the second one was NOT gorgeous, and also not worth it - and he spent his life doing these things - you know? I didn't judge him. This goes back to that other post - about people going down their own road, even if you don't understand it. 


At times he would disappear, then come back, then disappear then come back. I'm really easy going with that. I'm not a "besties" kind of guy where I miss someone who disappears out of my life, or thinks of it as a permanent situation. Everything is transitory. I never really questioned the when, where or why of when he disappeared or when he showed back up. Things got put on pause when he was doing different things, and when he came back, we picked back up like nothing had ever changed. 

So, he was the guy who helped me move from California to Ohio. And it was a good time... but around that time, he had left the second woman, for a 3rd one... after Ohio, he went back to California, and he really strongly found Christ again... and we had some conversations... and then he just disappeared again. 


And I didn't hear from him at all. Oddly his new girlfriend really became active with me on Facebook - but he just disappeared. 

Then, a couple of years ago, out of the blue, one night I got a text from him that said, "Your friend is back..." 

It was a little sentimental and apologetic and I detected a little bit of *drunk* in it. I responded, kindly... and then... he disappeared again. 

I reached out to him again recently and he was distant and cool. I think he backslid major one night, missed me, then sobered up, and rededicated himself and reverted to his conviction that I am a stumbling block in his Christian life. 

I never would have even considered this before his weird text, and it never would have bothered me otherwise. But, after considering it for a while, I decided he is probably right. I'm a negative influence in the life he WANTS to lead. I mean, I'm more of an English Protestant kind of Christian, where I have a pretty passive relationship with God where I know what He wants and I don't get it right very often and gamble on him being real forgiving as long as He knows I know that He is disappointed in me. 

And that doesn't fit with the more active, personal relationship theology of the Evangelical and Southern Baptist faiths. Even by Protestant values - I'm a black sheep of the congregation. 

But anyhow... the real take-away here... is that he sent some drunken, "Your friend is back," text and I was so clueless that I didn't realize that it wasn't just that he was busy with his own life, that he had, in his mind, written me out and was avoiding contact with me. 

It mattered to *him*, and his text was, in a manner - maybe even *trying* to make it matter to me. Like, I think he probably KNEW he had "ghosted" me and I hadn't even actually noticed. 

I'm not everyone's cup of tea. 

Maybe he had gotten down to the bitter, lukewarm part at the bottom of the cup and decided he didn't want to finish it. Ok. I'm good with that. 

But I'm in control of if it matters to ME or not. I reached out to him, he had an exchange with me, that was polite, cordial and a bit distant. He didn't follow up, I didn't follow up. I hadn't really thought about it again until I read this post, Ig. 

If your friend ghosted you, it is HIS issue, not yours - unless you allow his actions to affect you. You're trying to work this out in your dreams, so it is troubling you. Let it go. Let your friend go do what he needs to do - and be there, accepting nothing has changed for *you*, and that things could pick up right where they left off if your friend re-evaluates whatever is going on in HIS head.

I'm not bitter at my friend, I'm not confused or angry or hurt. He is doing whatever his thing is right now - and it doesn't matter to me. I'm over here doing MY thing. He isn't letting me down or abandoning me and I don't care if he IS judging me, because his judgment of me ultimately doesn't affect anything about my life. 

He is doing what he needs to do, right now, in his life. I don't need to be part of that. I'm sure if his situation changes and he reconsiders what he is doing, he'll show back up... or he won't. Either way, not things I can control, so why spend energy worrying about it? 




Sat Feb 20 2021 21:33:26 EST from IGnatius T Foobar
My dreams are getting annoying.

Some of you may remember that I have (or perhaps had) a friend of 40+ years, who after some life changes (a divorce, some career turmoil, and the death of both of his parents within a short period of time) went quiet, despite my repeated attempts to reach out, despite an outpouring of kindness, and he eventually blocked me on all social media sites and blocked my number for text messages, without ever explaining why.

This lack of closure has been giving me unpleasant dreams for months now.

At first I would have dreams where he was simply there. Later on, it became dreams where he was there but he was cold to any attempt I made to connect with him. A few nights ago I got the latest upgrade: now I am having dreams where he is actively following me around and taunting me.

I can't decide whether he's being more difficult in my dreams or in real life. I miss my friend.

 



[#] Mon Feb 22 2021 18:52:11 UTC from ParanoidDelusions

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I'm also a big fan of the song Sympathy for the Devil, by the Rolling Stones. I think it is one of the great masterpieces of rock. 

But I also like the OK Go rebuttal: 

“A Good Idea At The Time” is essentially a response to the Rolling Stones' tune “Sympathy for the Devil”, and thus references its lyrics heavily.

It incorporates lyricist Damian Kulash’s viewpoint that Satan is not the cause of all of humanity’s woes, as is implied in “Sympathy”, and that humans are quite capable of making their own mistakes.

 

It appears to be written from the perspective of a passive Devil, standing by and witnessing historical tragedies rather than causing them.


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My friend may consider ME a stumbling block in his life. But most of his ideas have been his own, and many of them I'm been soundly against. I didn't support him marrying his virgin High School sweetheart right out of high school. I didn't support them moving to Arizona to get a job as a Master Mechanic. I didn't support them popping out two babies when they were still trying to figure out what they were going to be in life. I didn't support this as FOLLOWING God's plan - because frankly, I don't think God is an idiot. I never really SAID this. I didn't support him leaving her, and moving back to Sacramento, and shacking up with a woman twice his age and helping her raise her developmentally disabled niece with severe personality disorders. He spent his life making bad choices I didn't support, didn't recommend. I didn't ever judge him, though. I went along with where ever he was taking himself. Maybe that does make me more like OK Go's devil than the Rolling Stone's. 

True about my taste; true about my wealth
The thing about St. Petersburg: I was never there myself
So come on, yeah, come on
Anastasia might've cried all night, but I couldn't save myself

So come on, yeah, come on

I appreciate your courtesy
Your well-learned politesse

But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design:
A good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at time


Now how it all went down, only Pilate knows
All I ever asked of him was when the bars were closed
So come on, Yeah come on

I appreciate your courtesy
Your well-learned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design:
A good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at time
Hey, yeah, oh, at the time

Now what you gonna do about it?

Now it's true about my wealth; true about my taste
But you don't need no help from me
You'll lay yourself to waste
So come on

Seemed like a good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the
Oh, alright, seemed like a good idea
Seemed like a, seemed like a
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Seemed, seemed, seemed
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Seemed like a good idea at the time



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