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Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Oct 1, 2012 21:46:50 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream that I was collecting walnuts and found a giant black walnut I peeled back the green skin and there was some phrase written on the shell in black sharpie. When it was read allowed it summoned some demons. That woke me up, but I fell right back to sleep and I was being hunted down by some Harley guys after one of their chicks accused me of sleeping with a biker dude and giving him an STD. So they were going to kill me. I hid at an ex-boyfriend's (not a real ex, it was some actor or something) apt in an old church. We, ummm, met up in the bathroom while his wife parked their SUV in the living room.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
It's 9am, and my admin assistant is already prepared to go nuclear because he is having to extra work due to a co-worker illness. It's going to be a good day.
Last night I had a dream that I was collecting walnuts and found a giant black walnut I peeled back the green skin and there was some phrase written on the shell in black sharpie. When it was read allowed it summoned some demons. That woke me up, but I fell right back to sleep and I was being hunted down by some Harley guys after one of their chicks accused me of sleeping with a biker dude and giving him an STD. So they were going to kill me. I hid at an ex-boyfriend's (not a real ex, it was some actor or something) apt in an old church. We, ummm, met up in the bathroom while his wife parked their SUV in the living room.
What in the hell?
I have to ask: Do you happen to be taking Chantix? It sounds like all the crazy lucid dreams my friends have gotten when they started taking Chantix. Enjoy the ride, LLL!
Edit: I didn't mean to sound insensitive. Crazy dreams can be quite disruptive, and downright exhausting, so if you are having dreams that are upsetting you, sorry, I feel your pain! I suffered for years from bad sleep due to vivid dreaming. I switched my hormone pills and they all went away (for the most part).
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Oct 2, 2012 10:08:55 GMT -5
Hahaha! No, no Chantix. I'm just a weird dreamer. I've beaten people in bed with me thinking they had spiders on them. I jump clean out of the bed sometimes and don't fully awaken until I've already opened the bedroom door, running from midget spirits at my bedside. I just don't usually go around giving people STDs.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Hahaha! No, no Chantix. I'm just a weird dreamer. I've beaten people in bed with me thinking they had spiders on them. I jump clean out of the bed sometimes and don't fully awaken until I've already opened the bedroom door, running from midget spirits at my bedside. I just don't usually go around giving people STDs.
I go through periods of this. I once woke up in the middle of the night and walked down the hall to tell Josh that there were rats in our bedroom floor. It took him several minutes to wake me up enough to realize I'd been dreaming. Another time I woke him up because I thought there was a "fish pig" in our bed.
Hahaha! No, no Chantix. I'm just a weird dreamer. I've beaten people in bed with me thinking they had spiders on them. I jump clean out of the bed sometimes and don't fully awaken until I've already opened the bedroom door, running from midget spirits at my bedside. I just don't usually go around giving people STDs.
I go through periods of this. I once woke up in the middle of the night and walked down the hall to tell Josh that there were rats in our bedroom floor. It took him several minutes to wake me up enough to realize I'd been dreaming. Another time I woke him up because I thought there was a "fish pig" in our bed.
I experienced this in my last "co-habitating" relationship. It was funny because I would get really annoyed when he didn't understand whatever it was I was babbling about, and then I'd get even more annoyed when he would laugh. I didn't remember any of it upon waking up, of course, but he'd give me a run-down the next morning and we'd have a good laugh about it.
It does make me wonder if I still do these things...
I used to play. Now that I have inherited a set of clubs maybe I'll pick it up again in the future, or at least go to the driving range now and again...its good therapy to whack a golf ball.
I was playing really really well. Played all the time.... but then i broke my elbow last winter, and i haven't played a round since. Barely even swung a club, which is sad.
Anyone else still have teen angst even though they're in their twenties (or later)?
If you mean the kind of angst specific to teenagers, the kind that's wrapped up in "what am I going to do with my life?" "what's going to happen to me and my friends as we get older?" "am I going to turn out like my parents?" "why doesn't anyone understand me?" "will I be a shitty parent like my dad?" "am I ever going to find true love?" and "why are all these older people trying to force me to be someone I'm not and bottle up my creativity and gifts?", then, yes, I still have teen angst. And I'm pretty old.
^Thanks! Now I have to rent this movie to see if he wears the purple tux and to see if he puts the Irish Swoon on Melisa before she sees the sex video.