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Post by phil on Sept 25, 2005 18:44:41 GMT -5
Mary ~ I'd copyright that if I was you ...
Specialy the Diamanda Galas on crack bit !!
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Post by poseidon on Sept 25, 2005 18:51:22 GMT -5
Had a crazy apocalyptic dream a few nights ago - must be related to all this katrina/rita stuff happening in the world.... not to mention my sense of impending doom about the academic job market!! So I was in Berkeley in the dream, and a thunderstorm was starting. My roommate and I decided to go climb up into the Berkeley hills to watch the lightning. We had this crazy view of the entire sky and all the houses in Berkeley, and suddenly these enormous, yawning, flaming lightning flashes started streaking across the sky and completely incinerating entire houses. We could hear all this horrible screaming down below and we were watching entire houses just disappear into flames. We suddenly realized there was a predictable pattern of which houses were going to get hit, so we started running frantically around Berkeley trying to alert people that their houses were about to get incinerated and they needed to get out. But at this point, this insane, mammoth group of crazy people dressed in all blacks started flooding through the streets of berkeley, screaming and wailing and ululating and generally sounding like diamanda galas on crack. They were completely scary - definitely harbingers of the end times - dressed head to toe in these crazy flowing black robes, with every inch of skin painted black, and these insane black dreadlocks sticking out of their robes in all different directions, like they'd just stuck their fingers into an electric socket. They were running and rolling and crawling everywhere, shrieking like they were at the gates of hell. They made it impossible for us to get to any of the houses we wanted to get to, and I was completely panicking, just desperate to save at least one family. The dream basically ended with me about to get trampled to death by the crazy people in black, totally failing to save a single person from lightning-incineration. uplifting, eh?  MThats an interesting dream Mary. I've always thought if theres a hell-on-earth, it's California. When I lived there primarily during the early to mid 80's, I'd be walking around and always see these weird flashes of light in the sky. Thought of those flashes as some kind of sky- gate. Maybe it was the acid I was on....who knows.  |
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Post by luke on Sept 28, 2005 7:46:52 GMT -5
Whoa, Mary, that was pretty crazy...
I had a dream last night that I was reading these boards, and Riley was talking about how his steroid usage had gotten out of hand. He was posting about how he was obsessed with his veins and stuff.No shit. Then I was really late to this Arcade Fire concert, and missed all but the roadies taking down the stage when I finally got to the bar. Sucked.
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 28, 2005 16:52:05 GMT -5
O man, I am going to have a field day with some of these. . . .*I'll be back for interps later*
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Post by samplestiltskin on Oct 13, 2005 17:26:18 GMT -5
Mary, that dream was rad. I want one of those.
My boyfriend and another friend of ours are actually going to dress up as Doomsayers and stand around foretelling The End and all the nastiness that's going to go down. It's not like they don't do that every day anyway.
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Post by poseidon on Oct 24, 2005 11:09:53 GMT -5
Had a strange dream that terrorists aboard several helicopters crashed into the white house yesterday. Pandemonium everywhere.
Weird dream.
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 24, 2005 11:18:59 GMT -5
You know, I find absolutely nothing weird about that dream pat.
Nothing whatsoever.
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 24, 2005 11:19:28 GMT -5
I mean "merc" (*sorry* ) |
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Post by poseidon on Oct 24, 2005 12:45:40 GMT -5
You know, I find absolutely nothing weird about that dream pat. Nothing whatsoever. Well considering I rarely have chaotic dreams it was very weird for me. |
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 24, 2005 12:54:24 GMT -5
Ah yes; for thee I can see how it would be . . . very weird indeed.  I was all focused on "the times" |
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Post by poseidon on Oct 24, 2005 13:06:01 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure in reality, (thats the real world folks) that a terrorist flown helicopter wouldn't make it within 3 miles of the white house without getting a missile up it's arse.
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Post by Thorngrub on Oct 24, 2005 14:35:41 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure in reality, (thats the real world folks) that a terrorist flown helicopter wouldn't make it within 3 miles of the white house without getting a missile up it's arse. I can't say why exactly, but I thought this was hilarious. |
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 1, 2006 2:14:49 GMT -5
i have ridiculously vivid dreams all the time, but it's when they begin to repeat that i really start to wonder.
rep-dream #1 i receive a package in the mail. inside is a mysterious document, and a tape cassette from some old man that i intuitively believe is a long lost relative in france. i play the tape. it is in german, but i somehow understand. as i play it, a signature grows on more forehead in hair. the hair is longish, but were you to trim it to an eighth of an inch, you'd see that it is a flourshed signature. i go to france to investigate. i find myself on a yellow schoolbus traveling through some snowy woodland. i'm looking down into the viewfinder of a twin lens reflex camera, because the whole world seems more in focus that way. when i look up, i feel as if i'm missing my contacts, so i continue to view the world passing by through this camera. soon i notice that i'm sitting directly behind this old man who looks like william s burroughs in an eastern european/slavic peasant garb. i see that he is looking through a similar camera. we compare. i realize he is my long lost relative. this is where it gets wierd.
we get off the bus. we find ourselves in a round snowy meadow surrounded by trees. pastel houses with their doors wide open (despite the bitter cold) make a crescent on one half of the meadow. in the center there's an ice pond. the old man starts walking toward this pond. he pulls a dead cat out of his satchel, and ties a rope to its leg. he then leads the rope along the ground about 20 ft, and ties a small sheep (that wanders up, curious about the cat) to the rope. it is alive. he lets the rope down some more as he walks about 20 more feet. he ties himself to the end of the rope, and a tree. i suddenly know this is bait for wolves. i hear them howling, and i wake up.
wtf?
dream #2
i drive down a meandering road, exit my car, walk through some locker rooms where i leave my clothes, and then i find myself on an expansive beach. the entire sky is lidded by a ceiling of glass that extends into infinity. the tide is wide and shallow. i run in leaps and bounds, 50 feet out behind the tide, and then allow it to chase me back to the shore. each time it comes up, it leaves mysterious little treasures that i have to take risks to catch. (i risk being consumed by the weight of the tide, if i don't run quickly enough to escape it...) mostly i find little boxes that contain strange little handmade and handstitched books, shells, and artifacts. i feel like my lungs fill the whole sky, and the air is crisp and moist. i feel relaxed and soothed by the ebb and flow of the sea. it is night, but the moon lights everything up. all the stars are clearly visible.
le sigh. i love that one.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Mar 3, 2006 4:43:56 GMT -5
nice, that last one. i've only ever had one recurring dream that makes me happy.
i've had one a lot lately that creeps me out. this stray cat we have (in real life) is sitting by our back porch. doesn't move. doesn't meow. just silently morphs at an alarming rate into my father. as my father he looks dead and zombie-like, empty, and definitely not happy. he purposefully stalks around the corner, up the steps to the back door, and starts knocking loudly and very slowly for me to let him in. and then i wake up.
i thought the cat was creepy before, but after i've started having this dream he gives me the straight-up willies. you can be having a conversation with someone, briefly mention this cat who might be sleeping at the time in a chair, and he'll look up directly into your eyes and say "meow" very loudly and meaningfully. it's not a cat. it's a succubus.
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 3, 2006 13:39:45 GMT -5
wow. if it's not too personal, who and where is your dad these days? what's your relationship with him?
that IS a creepy sounding cat. cat's are ALREADY capable of appearing so other-worldly and disdainful.... hope s/he is not out raping and pillaging the alley cats. jeebus.
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