I dont know how to make a daisy chain...I would love to know.
Daisy - This flower can symbolize innocence, beauty, and purity. The color of the Daisy is also associated with the sun and can represent illumination and enlightenment.
Ive had a couple of recurring dreams. #1 Only happened a few times and hasn't happened for ages. Men come to my house to kill me. I see them coming out of my bedroom window. A massive gun battle then ensues with me coming out the rambo-esque winner.
#2 This one is weird. Ive been having it since I was much younger (pre 10) and it has slowly become less common (I think its because I only get it when I need a piss badly). The dream seems to last for aaaaaages but I always wake up well before dawn busting for that piss that I really should have taken before going to beddy bos. I'm not sure how it manages to last so long but its basically me and my mum sitting on the grass making daisy chains (I dont know how to make a daisy chain). I start to feel something strange is happening but I cant really put my finger on what it is. This dream drives me absolutely mad because on waking I can remember it quite vividly and feel like working out what is happening is just inches out of my grasp yet I still cant quite work out. There are certain things I can associate with what is happening though:1. Something evil is coming.2. I cant hear anything but I feel a very low pitch noise.3. The dream feels sharp throughout.The last 2 of those are pretty bizzare but thats the only way I can really put it down in words. I always wake up in a cold sweat. Its the oddest dream Ive ever had because nothing really feels like it should. The whole dream feels like its sharp and narrow. Not like a knife edge but more like cheese wire. Its one of the most difficult things Ive ever had to describe in words but the whole dream is mostly a feeling with very little visual.
Freud say's it's cos I want to fuck Fern Britten
Freud? Don't we all want to fuck Fern Britten?
Quote from: underground on February 02, 2008, 12:45:57 amFreud? Don't we all want to fuck Fern Britten?No.
I used to love good Nightmares- the ones you woke up in a cold sweat shitting your pants. 2 different, but recurring, dreams spring to mind:1. I've had a party in the flat in Glasgow (the one I lived in as a student) and everyone but the flatmate has gone. I'm tidying up. It's raining but across the street I suddenly see an evil figure in a long cloak standing on the rainswept roof opposite. I think nothjing of it and continue to tidy.Someone has made 2 wax cats out of candles, but they are very lifelike and have bright yellow eyes. Initially I'm impressed but then I notice their eyes follow me around. Eventually I go close to look and one leaps at me. Little fuckers. I crush one under my foot and it deforms, but then reforms itself as I watch and resumes the attack (kinda like Terminator 2, but this is years before that).ANyway, I fight 'em off for a bit but then one leaps at my neck a starts chewing. As I fall back my flat mate screams "it's chewing through the artery....... and I wake up.Very Lovecraftian. The first time I had this I had to wake my flat mate up and sit for an hour smoking cigs. That's how much it shat me up.. Fucking cool.