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Post by rockkid on Oct 19, 2006 11:00:17 GMT -5
Ah sys was an alter boy in a past life.  Samps perhaps (though far fetched in my own beliefs) a dead relative of the brothers. Or he’s just shining you on mayhap? |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 19, 2006 11:07:01 GMT -5
I'm not sure if he'd shine me... He is a bit of an attention-seeker, but not that bad. I've met compulsive liars before. He doesn't strike me that way. But who knows.
He's pretty convinced it's their grandfather, but egh, who wants to believe their grandfather is a horrible scary shadow man.
Anyway I'm excited, my best friend is moving into the apartment across from me with his girlfriend and he said someone told him it's very, very haunted, yay!!! Can't wait to see what, if anything, happens.
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Post by rockkid on Oct 19, 2006 11:11:25 GMT -5
Oi Vay  |
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Post by phil on Oct 19, 2006 11:13:14 GMT -5
The Yeti meets "Gone With the Wind" ... ??
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Post by rockkid on Oct 19, 2006 11:14:19 GMT -5
Tara OOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 31, 2006 12:22:20 GMT -5
i didn't get to sleep till like 4am last night but then i had this 2-3 hour dream until my alarm clock woke me up. one of those nights where little things wake you up but you keep dreaming uneasily and the dream just stretches out forever.
more of a bizarromare than a true nightmare.
i was working on a ranch somewhere like wyoming or north dakota, and it started in the breakroom. me and some faceless buddy were on break under these awful flickering fluorescent lights, and we had gotten high and it felt all weird. i didn't smell the weed or anything, but i was definitely messed up in the dream. everything was unreal. the foreman came in and scolded us because we were supposed to stay sober in case of emergency, and there was suddenly an emergency. a sheep had gotten its ear caught in the barbed fence and it had slit right off and somehow this meant that the entire perimeter of the ranch had to be... tended to or something. so i heaved my ass out of the plastic chair and suddenly we were along the fenceline. i was still with this buddy of mine, just the two of us. there were corpses everywhere, human male corpses. it was my job to find each corpse, slit it down the middle and gut it. and my buddy was supposed to document it on some paperwork. he wrote down things like how it made us feel to slit this particular corpse, circle a number from 1 to 10 on the volume of emotion we felt. i can't tell you how many bodies i gutted that night. i woke up sick when my alarm went off. it was easy to slit them, more like cutting open a mushy frog than a human with bones.
wtf...
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Post by Proud on Nov 26, 2006 2:06:35 GMT -5
I had a really, really weird dream last night. Hopefully wasn't symbolic in some sort of off-the-wall Freudian way (not that I believe any of his tripe).
* blinks * On second thought, I didn't say anything.
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Post by rockkid on Jan 29, 2007 9:17:22 GMT -5
Ok this takes all (for me at least). I crashed yesterday afternoon (feeling sick) & this is what I dreamt. I was visiting some place, don’t know where just know I flew there. I was with some girl (don’t know who but know I supposedly knew her) & we were walking with bags from a corner store. We passed this garage front that was opened (industrial type garage) with a bunch of biker guys & their bikes inside. I said don’t mind if we just cut through (I could see where we were headed right through the opened back door) & we started walking in. Well one guy grabs her; he’s got her on the ground digging her eyes out with his thumbs. He replants the eyes into a tiger striped kitten (somehow they work though we know this is fucking impossible & all done by bare hands yet). The one biker chick that’s in there starts making her & I a drink that I know is liquor but sure looks like glasses of bile & while doing this says to the eye guy “well, does she say she’s still alive?” he says “yes” so she says “well she’s alive then stupid, isn’t she”. We sit around drinking while the guy strokes the kitten & says “now I can give you a name” Last thing I remember I’m looking straight at this kitten with human eyes then I woke up. WTF was that about?  |
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Post by rockkid on Jan 29, 2007 9:19:17 GMT -5
samps yours is just wild!
Got a hate on for some man in your life of late?
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Post by Thorngrub on Jan 29, 2007 12:35:29 GMT -5
wow rockkid. . . . some dream you had there
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Post by rockkid on Jan 30, 2007 12:35:33 GMT -5
Yup & that's day time shudders
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Post by sisyphus on Feb 7, 2007 1:44:08 GMT -5
I love the part in One Hundred Years of Solitude where the village becomes infected with insomnia. The longer they go without sleep, the more they lose their long term and short term memories, until finally they don't even know who they are... I think dreams probably ARE a storage space for collective and personal memories. Without them, we'd probably live so in-the-moment that we wouldn't be much different from animals. Then again, I love the crazy high I get when I have not slept for a few days.
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Post by sisyphus on Feb 7, 2007 1:46:00 GMT -5
Egh, that's awful. How old are you..... and how old is Thorn? ;P i think i missed this.... i'm 28 and thorn is 41... i know, quite a gap. agape. |
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Post by Thorngrub on Feb 7, 2007 17:05:58 GMT -5
I'm 41 ?! *looks down @meself, shocked*  I just cut me devil-lock off  & trimmed the top off me hauk  First time I've had a bowl cut since I was 8 ;D |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Feb 8, 2007 9:31:08 GMT -5
A bowl cut, wow. My hair is growing out. Mostly because I'm tired of trimming my own bangs every couple weeks and don't have money for regular haircuts. Looking pretty shaggy. Soon to be pink again probably. "Now I can give you a name." Cool. I love those kinds of dreams, especially when you remember every bizarre little detail. I love waking up and going "Where in god's name did that COME FROM?" If I could, I would devote my life to researching the brain, dreaming in particular. Not sure what to get a Masters or PhD in to do that, or even if I could get away with only doing research and writing, without being a doctor. I guess I could always teach. How often does the world need new neurology professors though...  Well, that and my entire family is completely against anything related to psychology. "Bunch of liberal quacks working for the pharmaceutical industry.. mutter mutter... Democrats.. mutter..." Although my mother really has come around in the last year or so. Pretty much keeps it to a fixed stare when I say things like, "So I'll probably be heading to India after Dave's tour finishes in Germany in May" or "I can't believe you're blaming your own daughter for personally helping Satan win the war against God." I should go to bed. Babbling at length. Always a sign I would be safer in bed. |
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