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the shizzle => shootin' the shit => Topic started by: Houdini on September 12, 2006, 10:01:54 am
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Dreams can (by turns) be fascinating and yawn-somely dull. In my experience blow prevents me from dreaming (or at least remembering them when I wake. After a period without blow I am plagued by lurid, vivid, and downright bizarre REM-state trips of the highest order.
I've had but two recurring dreams in my life:
#1 - I am young (under ten). And goddam I'm trapped inside a beer barrel! I holler, I bang and stamp. Some moments later Grandfather Fred (RIP) opens the lid with a Bludy 'ell lad! Wotya do-in in thurr?! We are in Freds' local The Rocket, Chaddeston Derbyshire. Fred lets me have a few sips of ale. End of dream.
#2 - (This one's a tad grim so...) Myself and a friend who took his own life are hanging ourselves in turn. One after the other, we out-do each other and aim for maximum style. Oddly, we never die. End of dream.
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Two years ago I did some labouring work in N. Wales (to be local for a time). We worked long and bastard hard - it hurt my body.
After a couple of months or so I'd had it up to here. One night, very shortly before I stopped mixing cement forever, I had this dream:
I am in Llanberis somewhere around the streets to the right of Goodman St. I am in a house (it is not the house I was restoring). The house is a TARDIS and utterly labrynthine. A party is going down and there are quite a few people in what seems like a thousand different rooms. Oddly I recognise no-one, no-one but Toby Harris that is; but he's too busy smoothing a lass and gives me short shrift. I enter another room and for the first time feel direct hostility. There's going to be a pogrom and I'm the Semite. I flee as the atmosphere turns sharply foul, party people in pursuit. All the windows are locked: there is no escape. I hit the stairs, many stairs and eventually find myself in the attic - a hunted animal. I leap into the rafters tear at the felt and punch through the slates making a hole large enough to accomodate me. I am on the roof looking for a way down - a drain pipe - anything. There are no drainpipes and I realise that the house is in fact surrounded by dense and gnarly pink rose bushes. I have no choice but to leap off the gable end into the bushes. I am still alive! I fight tooth and nail for what seems like an eternity, lacerating myself to ribbons in the process. Eventually I am free and find myself somewhere in the region of Goodman St. having no idea which paths I took to get there. End of dream.
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Psychoanalyze my dream. And offer (what you consider to be of genuine personal significance) a dream for whoever wants to try to explain it.
Go!
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well in my well informed opinion you are a nutbar ;)
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come and lay on my couch young man
so, tell me about your father..?
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i have a recurring dream that i am standing up on a hold which breaks off and i wake up.
however when i am not doing much climbing and into cycling it changes to the pedal snapping off.
i suspect i've got cramp and its natures way of telling you to wake up.
incidentally apparently there are more books on dream interpretation than words in the bible.
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some silliness aside, i wouldn't expect too many serious analytical replies houdi, dreams are such personal metaphors
ref dream #1: still recurring?, maybe a yearning for a more secure time, when in the bosom of family, then again may not be
ref dream #2: the immortality of youth?
#3: personal strife and persecution?
i only remember one dream, a nightmare from my childhood:
a dark void; space with no background stars
in the distance a spinning red/yellow/blue cube, orbiting, closer and closer
i've go nowhere to go, spastic convolutions, yield nought
the cube spirals in, until at arms length
a hideous jack in the box springs out
SNAP! i wake up in a cold terror
apart from that my dreamscape nowadays is lost more or less as soon as i wake, thank fuck
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so, tell me about your father..?
Shut the fuck up! ;)
ref dream #1: still recurring?
Neither dreams persist.
Personal metaphors? Certainly. Fascinating though. For me the roses are very significant.
Your cube: Almost 2001 SO-esque.
Webbos' hold/pedal. Inability to accept death? (Reaching now)
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maybe you two should write a book together.it would be as valid as all the other dream book bollocks. :whistle:
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Webbo - if they cut you in two it would say Curmudgeon. That's why I like you ;)
EDIT _ This is the only book I've read about dreams. Far from poo.
(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/houdini2/ME_UK_Picador_1996.jpg)
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you interpret a dream any way you like and who's to say whether you are right or wrong.nobody is able to produce evidence to back their theories.
also i spend my working life with people who have experiences like your dreams when their awake.you should hear the bollocks that is spouted to interpret that. :wank:
hang on minute maybe you should'nt
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my deepest sympathies webbo,
you come on here for a little escape from work, and what do you get, two prize cunts indulging in dream analysis for dummiesâ„¢
saw----wwwwy :boohoo:
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;D
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C'mon Webbo surely one can take a none too deep interest in dreams without writing it off as 100% absolute bollox not worthy of attention always. One day, Webbos' great great great great great great great great (ad infinitum) grandson will be plugging those same patients into a machine that will visualise their dreams for the clinician to interpret. Perhaps as a way of ameliorating them, helping the patient to regain sanity.
It's an ethereal experience. But an experience nevertheless.
Anyone ever read any Dionne Fortune? Excuse me I fibbed I've actually read two books on dreams. Dionne Fortune is a... erm.... psychic. Or at least that's what she styles herself as. The book was given to me by a mad Irish (Catholic) woman who thought her daughter was experiencing psychic attack and possibly being set-up to star in a snuff film made by the glasgow underworld (!). She complained of drums in the head and nightmares etc.. She was lying to her mum about how much she likes her mate Billy Whizz. By now, surely both are living wrecks. Dionne Fortune: horse shit.
PS Your job sounds chronic. Have you seen this (http://www.grumpy-old-git.com/)?
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what do you mean have i seen that,you young whippersnapper :spank:
working with mad people is fine.the problem is trying to do it within a rapididly self combusting nhs.
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take heart webbo,
as the nhs is stripped and sold by the present nu-tory regime, so your customers will end up in prisons, group 4 prisons probably
every silver lining has a padded cell
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I only started this thread as last night I had a nightmare (tossing, sweats etc..) and woke the missus. I was dreaming that my left patella has burst through the knee and severed the tendon at the bottom. Yet the patella was pointed, like a V. And there was blood and gore and I shat my pants! (Metaphorically).
Webbo - Dude I'm 34 in a fortnight. If you think that's young - you must be well old! ;)
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as i said you young whippersnapper.i'd just finished my 3 year nurse training when i was 34.
i hit 20 years service last week. :jaw:
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yay to the 40's :pissed:
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Anyone ever experienced a lucid dream? Basically a dream in which you become aware that you are dreaming without waking up.
I have had a couple, but not for years now. The first one I had was when camping in Pembroke about 12 years ago and I remember it well. I was in the park where I used to tree climb a lot as a yoot. Then the thought occurred to me that hey I can't be in the park I must be dreaming. I then spent some time testing the parameters of the dream state, feeling the texture of the big cedar tree I was beside, noting the fact that visually everything was extremely clear and colourful, ate some chocolate I found in my pocket (it tasted of chocolate) etc. Sadly the fun was shortlived, I was looking at my hands when a gang of squirrels with large hooked claws ran down from the big tree and dug their claws into my hands, leaving me with huge multi squirrel mittens, at which point I woke up.
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You mean the 1940's Soaps?
Do you have a Squirrel phobia, Bonjoy?
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tell me some more about your father...
and bonjoy, interesting dream, squirrel mittens,, hmmmm
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Anyone ever experienced a lucid dream?
I'm unsure as to whether this qualifies Bonjoy but I'm pretty damn sure I was once hypnotised by a large fan (visible only in the far periphery above me) in Jarrolds' Coffee Shop, Norwich.
I went somewhere for a while. I don't know where I went but I know I went somewhere. The spell was broken as a lady bearing coffee entered my visual field. And there I was again back to coffee and scones. I felt Mr. Benn-ish.
Soaps. Only in person.
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I have ambivilant feelings regarding the grey squirrel. On the one hand it is a charming and highly intelligent little fella (anyone remember the 80s tv fad of setting assault courses for squirrels to reach food?), on the other hand they have displaced the native red squirrel in most parts of the country and continue to do so. But I fear them not
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You mean this? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcm9FQaeB6Q&search=squirrel%20tricks)
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there's no room for complacency bonjoy
(http://www.registeredmedia.com/gallery/files/4/rmsharksquirrel.jpg)
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Over the course of the last couple of weeks, I have been having many sleepless nights, sometimes a few nights on the trot. This leaves me like a zombie, and despite really wanting to sleep, I can't. But something interesting has started to happen. Whenever I do sleep, I never seem to dream anymore. I used to suffer from anxiety whilst at university and went to hospital one day as a result of bringing on heart palpitations through a cocktail of drink, japanese shoot em ups and no sleep. I remember not being able to sleep for two nights, but seeing the game Change Airblade everytime I closed my eyes as clear as day. And you know the worst thing about the situation, was that it was boxing day, I had a heart rate monitor in my face, which just served to make me more anxious about my heart rate and I spent the night in a room with two lung cancer patients in the advanced stages of their condition. Horrible business.
Sorry this has strayed off-topic, but I thought maybe somebody might have some suggestions for getting to sleep more frequently and maybe having the odd good dream. Obviously, my climbing is starting to suffer as a result of not sleeping!
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Anyone ever experienced a lucid dream? Basically a dream in which you become aware that you are dreaming without waking up.
I once had a dream i had been set upon by a gang of scallies, all punching and kicking me, in my dream state all my movements were in slow motion, as were theirs, but I came to realise their blows weren't hurting me, so i must be dreaming. At that point my movements came back to full speed, whilst theirs stayed slow, and I despatched all my would be attackers a la Jet Li in The One. Rarely has a dream made me so happy!
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Sorry this has strayed off-topic, but I thought maybe somebody might have some suggestions for getting to sleep more frequently and maybe having the odd good dream. Obviously, my climbing is starting to suffer as a result of not sleeping!
i went through a period of insomnia for about two months a couple of years ago. I tried stopping smoking and drinking, but neither helped. In the end I realised the reason I wasn't sleeping was because there were so many things in my life that were either bothering me, or stressing me out. I then went about sorting out as many of these problems as I could, and sat down and consciously thought through the ones that i couldn't do anything about. After that process it was back to normal peaceful sleep.
Not sure that's any help at all....
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I was looking at my hands when a gang of squirrels with large hooked claws ran down from the big tree and dug their claws into my hands, leaving me with huge multi squirrel mittens, at which point I woke up.
:thumbsup: I'm often aware I'm dreaming. Like you say, it usually means you're about to wake up and you never have time to rape anyone. :whistle:
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....I've had this recurring dream over the years. Its nothing I can really put into words, but is mainly about how everything in the world is connected. It has fractals, genes and weird stuff that makes me realise what life is all about. It makes me feel like there is a point to this whole life thing.
.......at which point I wake up elated and then stressed as I can't remember any of the details ::)
One day I will have the answer and be a genius
One day I tell you
One day
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http://www.adimiron.com/images/scouts/squirrel.jpg (http://www.adimiron.com/images/scouts/squirrel.jpg)
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Sorry this one slipped me by earlier but if anyone is interested in lucid dreams then I recommend the book I tipped earlier. WSB was a master at controlling the direction of his lucid dreams. He slept with a book and pen next to him always so as to write his dreams down acurately as soon as he woke. It really is a fascination book.
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One day I will have the answer and be a genius
Then what will you do?
http://www.jaredwood.com/g/card_house.jpg
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I have been getting 4 o clock internal alarm calls every night for the last week or so. Bang. Wide awake and then the brain kicks in. Mainly work stress due to a new boss who redefines the words slopey shouldered :wank:. At least it's helping me lose weight.
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Unlucky mate. Used to get that a lot during my finals at uni (many years ago.) Found a good remedy recently.
Get up leave your bedroom and read a really boring non-work-related book. History is my subject of choice. The drier and more fusty-dusty-academic the prose and subject the better. Much better than counting sheep and will take your mind off that repeat fantasy of openhanded-bitch-slapping your new boss repeatedly
Been re-reading my a-level special subject set texts recently (I wish I'd read them when I was doing the exams - failed history in fine style!) Edward tudors religious reformation and policy anybody? :yawn: Jesus wept ... SO boring!
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Cheese & The Brain.
I managed to cadge 4 hrs sleep last night. I was woken by a hideous nightmare involving a strange house that had no carpets but vegetables growing where the carpets should be. Then my mother dropped a glass on my left big toe and severed it completely. I woke up with a Nooooo! Now I am 9 toes, too! After that, well, I was up.
According to the guy I live with (a man who refused to eat the cheese on toast I made him last night - to soak up the booze, see. I ate his cheese on toast as well as my own) the eating of cheese before bed causes massive cerebral activity. Edam, huh? Those Dutch!
Anyone know anything about this?
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Definately true. Blue cheeses are the worst.
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Definitely untrue. I've had SO many friends of mine who are doctors tell me this is an old wives tale and isn't scientifically proven in any way. However, I'm sure someone will now provide a link to show me how wrong I am.
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Right back at ya
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4851485
Booyakasha
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So I had a cheesemare!
Man, I don't recommend the Edam. (They didn't test foreign cheeses.)
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a pox on you for even entertaining the bedevilled edam, for tis not a cheese!
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Ok, so my dreams going along nicely with a series of unconnected episodes in my life, different unrelated people, you know the kind of thing. I find myself in a Travelodge type hotel room looking on at the beds, two sets of doubles. Not so weird there BUT...on the beds was the whole whole cast of Eastenders(which is weird in itself cos I dont watch soaps!)
In front is the 'awesome' Sid Owen playing ricky butcher sat on the edge of the bed
(http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/images/eastenders/characters/ricky_b/char_rickybutcher.jpg)
now in my dream I smile and lit rip with my best Frank butcher impression
'RICKY RICKY RICKY' done in best mockney accent
Frank Butcher now rises from the pile of people, points at me and says
'Dont take the piss sahn(son!)'
At this point i actually woke up laughing
(http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/images/eastenders/characters/frank_b/char_frankbutcher.jpg)
sorry frank
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a pox on you for even entertaining the bedevilled edam, for tis not a cheese!
Yup. More like rubber. Don't worry it's gone now. I mean, I nearly had the Wensleydale... If I wasn't so tired I'd experiment and have a different cheese each night and describe my cheesemare.
Not sure what is worse: dreaming of eastenders or finding oneself in a Travelodge hotel...
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It's a little know fact that Edam is an anagram of Mad E, as small quantities of ecstasy go into it during the manufacturing process.
I think the mould in blue cheese has a mildly halucinogenic effect.
I have always thought that because cheese relatively hard to digest that it's not a good idea to eat it before bed.
Nutmeg is also mildly hallucinatory, which is why nutmeg in hot milk is supposed to cause sweet dreams.
One of the above statements is a total lie.
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Back in the day, sailors used nutmeg to get out of their swede. Too much can induce violent vomitting and in cases of extreme consumption, death.
I'll steer clear of nutmeg flavoured cheese befor bee-byes, fo sho.
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Thanks for pointing me to this Dylan;
Dr Judith Bryans, a nutrition scientist at The Dairy Council, said: "One of the amino acids in cheese - tryptophan - has been shown to reduce stress and induce sleep so cheese may actually help you have a good night's sleep."
So eat cheese before you sleep!
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Back in the day, sailors used nutmeg to get out of their swede. Too much can induce violent vomitting and in cases of extreme consumption, death.
William Burroughs wrote about using it, floated on a teaspoon of warm water, in a drugs essay that was at the back of my copy of The Naked Lunch. Vaguely recalling him saying it had pretty unpleasant side effects was not to be recommended (at least not if you had any morphine spare). Surprising really as the typical dose doesn't seem orders of magnitude over what you would bung on a custard tart. Mind you it would explain the behaviour of some of the yoofs who gather outside our Greggs' pastie shops: custarded out of their skulls!
I reckon (or hope) there might be some truth in the psychoactive properties of cheese. I have had some blue cheeses that were so far gone that they made me feel a bit mentally "peculiar" whilst eating them. A "special christmas" mature stilton, found in february after 2-3 room-temperature months forgotten in a bag, gave me something resembling hallucinations. God alone knows what it would have done if I hadn't scraped off the non-edible looking mould and drained most of the slightly fetid "liquour" that had seeped to the surface... that stuff was probably the dairy equivalent of crystal meth!
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I found some Danish Blue in the back fo the fridge that had been there for quite a while. It made my face hurt and my tongue lost some sensitivity for a while.
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I think dreams are fascinating, I know their usefulness in terms of analysis is widely debated. I've heard some dreams that are totally representative of the anxietys of the person telling them to me, and was able to guess a lot about their upbringing, sometimes I think they are just too abstract to be comprehended and any associations to be made to the unconscious.
Very strangely (or not so, depending on what your view of Freud's ideas where) when I was about 7 I had a dream in which i was in a boat at sea (the boat was non-descript) when a whale came up, which I killed and dragged to shore. When I did so i realised that it was my Dad, and not a whale at all... and obviously woke up crying. That fact that the dream coincided with the proposed Oedipus stage of development is what gets me, because its 'perfect'. Whales are fallace shaped and so could easily represent the masculine, the sea classically represents the mother and by killing it and dragging it to shore I was taking my dad away from my mum, and best of all, I never realised it was my dad. My subconscious oedipal wish. This was unconncected to an conscious feelings that could explain why I'd feel like that. I remember it so well because I was well upset with it!
Although knowing that Freud' mum was considered the most attractive woman in Vienna makes me wonder if his Oedipal stage was was a fully conscious affair! He also lost faith in his father one day when they were attacked, and his father didn't live up to the great Jehova that Freud thought be acted in a cowardly manner.
And back on the topic.. I usually dream when I'm very tired, Its rare that I do dream, but I get some crazy stuff when I do! Usually its pretty obvious to me why I'm dreaming what I am dreaming and I make a lot of life decisions based on how I understand myself through dreams.
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is your mother milf fodder then viva?
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Whales are phallus shaped and so could easily represent the masculine
Speak for yourself mate. My Dick sure aint Moby shaped.
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I read recently that somebody was interviewing Dennis Hopper when he came out with something like this...
"My mom was seriously hot and I was always looking at her. It sent me down a very kinky path..."
True romance?
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I dreamt last night that I was made to pull over by a woman on horse back. She said I was driving dangerously and that she could here me from a long way off. I replied to her with a load of long clever sounding words, I definitely used 'ostrasized', 'sartitorial' and 'hoyty-toyty' but can't remember why or how I structured it.
She said to me 'well you definitely know some long words.' I replied with 'I know two short ones too; F*ck Off.' and I got back into my car all smug and my girlfriend was in the car and she seemed so proud of my response.
I was chuffed still with my blunt reply when I woke up this morning, I showed her!
I often have vivid dreams like this which I remember into the day around the full moon - honestly, I really think it has an affect. When I used to work in Child care with kids with behavioural problems there would often be big kick offs around the full moon and you'd find the next day that this would have been the same in the other units too.
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is your mother milf fodder then viva?
I wouldn' say so, and have never thought so, in fact I guess everyone is going to say that about their parents. But I think its fair to say that in this case, the objective consensus would be that she is not in fact milf fodder. I think a lot of people get hung up on Freud's ideas by not realising that the subconscious desires are indicitive of subconscious desires that are symbolic, not literal. I very much doubt anyone (i hope) actually wants to have sex with their mother, apart from possibly Dennis Hopper and Dr. Freud.
SA Chris, the symbolism is more that its cylindrical rather than it having eyes, teeth and a taste for the legs of unfortunate sea-farers.
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You could have used the word "seamen" instead of sea-farers, but that would have been to easy.
I was told by my girlfriend that I said "This harness doesn't fit over my hips!" in my sleep the other night, although I don't really remember it cllearly.
About a week ago she said something along the lines of "They are really nice earrings!" in her sleep.
Read into this what you will.
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freud.oh dear,oh dear.he had more hang ups than his patients.also he completely bottled it and changed his theories so as not to offend polite swiss society.
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The night before last I dreamt that...
I had to leave work sharpish for a dentist appointment (which I did actually have to do yesterday). When I got to my car, someone had fitted spoilers and full bodykit all over it (you know the full Burnley souped up Corsa set). I started ripping the bodykit and everything off the car when I realised that in fact, the car was not mine and it wasn't even the right colour. I panicked but then a pupil came out of my school and said that he'd hidden my car in the field nearby. He ran off with my keys (which worried me, how come he had my keys?) and he went to get my car. When the pupil failed to return, more panic set in and a huge traffic jam started to build up on the carpark and road, meaning that I would fail to get to the dentists in time. I was really panicking now. Then work colleagues started coming out of school complaining that I was leaving early, but then they themselves left school, leaving me behind waiting for the return of my car. Then I woke up and Bobby came out of the shower.
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Why were you going to the dentist? Do you grind your teeth at night, perchance? ;)
I only ask because I do and have to wear a gumshield every night as I'm gradually wearing my gnashers away. Also often have screwed up work\task related dreams and usually wake up with jaw-ache from a night's chomping on the nightguard! Usually when I know I have to get up early for work the next day. Also have recurring dreams about teeth falling out, which is supposed to be common - relates to fear of gettting old apparently.
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Nearly posted yesterday to say that I never remember my dreams. Then I woke up this morning having dreamt about the end of the world where I had to perform a farewell concert, to the world. Then the missus woke up to say that she'd also had a dream about the end of the world, this time in a WW2 stylee. Bizarre...
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Why were you going to the dentist? Do you grind your teeth at night, perchance?
Nope, I don't grind my teeth. I was going to have my teeth cleaned by the hygienist. Such decadence.
Also have recurring dreams about teeth falling out, which is supposed to be common - relates to fear of gettting old apparently.
I've heard from various sources that such dreams allegedly relate to a fear of change or the dreamer going through some form of change in their life at the time. Undoubtably bollocks.
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Nearly posted yesterday to say that I never remember my dreams. Then I woke up this morning having dreamt about the end of the world where I had to perform a farewell concert, to the world. Then the missus woke up to say that she'd also had a dream about the end of the world, this time in a WW2 stylee. Bizarre...
Strong cheese that.
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i had a long discussion about dreams last night. mainly because i seem to have been suffering from a particular theme as of late, usually after all this seasonal heavy boozing. the dream involves thinking i've woken up to hear some kind of intruder forcing open my window, something smashing in the kitchen, etc, etc. it's all very real, but the freaky thing is that i'm totally paralysed. i can't move, speak, anything. sometimes i then wake up and realise that it was all a dream, and sometimes i wake up in the morning and can't figure out if it actually happened or not...
i am also a fairly extreme sleepwalker. fuck knows what i was dreaming about when i climbed out of that bloody window and smashed my heel to pieces...
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To be honest, I don't think dreams mean what any of us think they mean. I'm sure they do have meaning but how we extrapolate that meaning is both incorrect and illogical (in my opinion). However, lastnight I dreamt.... that somebody loved me... no, not really. But I did have an extreme dream involving another member of this board that I have never met.
I was in Italy with a girl I once knew, and we must have been staying at Nibile's house (you are so kind even in dreams!). Nibile was in the shower, and the girl I was with decided to go down on me... so whilst she was sucking me off (in the lounge might I add), Nibile walks out the shower and in a typical Italian way just stands there saying "alright...." I'm a bit uncomfortable at this point, but then the girl I'm with decides to rip his towel off him and starts sucking him off. You can imagine what comes next... the three of us engage in some serious fu**ing. Anyway, I woke up this morning and even though I have never met Nibile, I knew it was him for some reason. I won't mention the girl's name, but that doesn't really matter.
So, to all you dream interpreters... what does that mean? :lol:
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It means that noone here is ever going to invite you to stay at their house? :shrug:
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Or everyone is going to invite you, depending on their current status! ;)
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:lol: :lol:
F*ckin' hell Uncle, that was a quality dream and a quality post. Did you really dream that? I wonder...
I also wonder whether we'll ever hear from Nibile again though. Maybe that will scare him off. Or send him straight across Europe to find Uncle and realise that dream.
I'm still laughing my tits off at that post by the way. Brilliant, I keep re-reading it and pissing myself. :lol: :lol:
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As if the prospect of a little/(large?) double-penetration would scare our Italian stallion off (serious scoffing face).
(No. NO! Don't press 'post'! Ooops!)
Top dream. Sex dreams rock!
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As if the prospect of a little/(large?) double-penetration would scare our Italian stallion off.
Strangely enough, Nibile ain't posted on this topic since Uncle's little relevation. :-\
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Bonjoy - Lucid dreaming is pretty common with me, particularly when I'm very tired. I guess I have lucid 'directed' dreams a couple of times a week.
Recurring dreams.. One of mine is that I'm going surfing, I can often see perfect waves breaking in the distance but trivial things like missing roads, picking up friends & work related stuff gets in the way and by the time I get to the beach the waves have crapped out or I never actually make it before I wake up. There's another (very amusing and obvious) variation when I actually make it to the beach but my surfboard is all floppy and useless instead of being stiff I wonder what that represents :-\ :lol:
When I've been completely exhausted I've also had occaisional episodes of 'Sleep paralysis' which is when your mind wakes up but your body is paralysed. It's really unpleasant, the first time it happened, I thought someone had broken in and was suffocating me with a pillow - apparently it's to blame in a lot of 'Alien Abduction' scenarios. Another couple of times I've had a full-on 'silver chord' Astral Projection experience , floating in the corner of the room looking at myself in bed only to get sucked back in to my own head before I wake up - quite disturbing.
Sometimes I think I should see a psychiatrist.....
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i'm defo no expert on this....
what about the *shattered, just closed my eyes* GOD that's the alarm... but i just went to bed scenario...10 secs sleep... shattered on getting up...
the sex dreams stuff is just what i would want to dream about. having said that I rarely remember my dreams at all...
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FD, I have similar dreams to tat surfing one that involve snowboarding, especailly at this time of year; I am at the resort with loads of friends/family ready to go, and there are so many disruptions; lifts not working/going in the wrong direction, people wanting to stop and buy things, not having lift pass, forgetting things and faffing around generally that you never actually make it onto the slopes. Or the snow has turned all sticky. It probably stems from the fact that it does my nut in when people do this in real life; I'm normally first up in the morning, but usually have to wait while people have a second cup of coffee, sit around talking etc. I am a firm believer on the saying "there are no friends on a powder day".
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i often sleep very poorly day before MTB uplift day / day in the alps in summer using chairlifts - anxiety related i'm sure.. same sort of thing; i bloody hate waiting for people to piss about when all you can think is (bad quote here)
*my whole life has been about this moment*
ohhhhhhhhh, flashbacks to the alps last summer coming up...... coool.
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here we go guys.
sorry for this late post, but ive skipped a few threads lately...
to be honest uncles dream really made me laugh. the picture of an italian male with just a towel on is a very very funny cliche in pr0n movies!!! but its so funny to think about myself in that situation and behaviuor.
the perfect gentleman?
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Sometimes I think I should see a psychiatrist.....
to be honest im following a psycotherapy since 2000, and dreams have a great part in it. but their interpretation is valid for therapy and cure only inside the psychiatric setting, nowhere and never else.
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did i say something wrong?
no posts ever since...
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No, mate. Of course not! The thing is with dreams, in my experience, your own dreams are always more interesting than other people's.
:D
I had an awesome camembert-inspired dream the other night. Vivid, trippy, vaguely lucid and containing some full-on spiritual insights relevant only to me. Any takers? No? Thought not! :yawn:... And so to bed.
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Sometimes I think I should see a psychiatrist.....
to be honest im following a psycotherapy since 2000, and dreams have a great part in it. but their interpretation is valid for therapy and cure only inside the psychiatric setting, nowhere and never else.
having dabled in psychiatry for the last 20 years.i would say the validity of dreams depends on which school of psychiatry you follow.
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yup dreams depend on the analyst, even some Freudians think they are worthless.
lucid dreaming seems interesting, the concept of controlling your dreams
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and some psycotherapists belive freudians are worthless. :whistle:
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and some psycotherapists belive freudians are worthless. :whistle:
tell me more about that.
we reckon the validity of dreams lies in the fact that they are not filtered by conscience/rationality. its the not-conscious that freud thought he had discovered, while clearly he never discovered nor studied the not-conscious.
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freud thought he'd discovered the answer to neuroses but in actual fact he'd uncovered child abuse in polite swiss society.
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:)
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I had a bizarre dream last night, I was at a mate's house and I found cocaine in my pocket, and all my mates took it but I was too scared to, weird eh? I've never (and I never will) take any hard drugs, so I wonder if it reflects that, or what?
Crazy.
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I had a bizarre dream last night, I was at a mate's house and I found cocaine in my pocket, and all my mates took it but I was too scared to, weird eh? I've never (and I never will) take any hard drugs, so I wonder if it reflects that, or what?
Crazy.
I struggle to believe that in ten years time you will be able to say you stuck to taht statement!
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Cocaine is far from being a 'hard' drug by any criteria. Unless you're smoking it as crack I suppose
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Don't you know they are all steps to the same end?
Only the steps don't go up, they go down, and as soon as you take the first one, they swivel and turn into a very slippery slide.
At the bottom is hell.
So think on.
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Yeh. Stay clean, kids! M'kay.
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Don't you know they are all steps to the same end?
Only the steps don't go up, they go down, and as soon as you take the first one, they swivel and turn into a very slippery slide.
At the bottom is hell.
So think on.
I'm going to have nightmares now. Nasty scary man. :'(
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The next thing you know you are hooked on Joss Ackland's Spunky Backpack. 8) be good kids
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I heard that one kid cried all the water out of his body. It's a f**king disgrace.
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Its a crying shame....
The Daily Mirror headline - "Last one on drugs is a Queer" yells Portillo."
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Just remember:
Fact x Importance = News
Fact Into Doubt Won't Go
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I once dreamed I was racing Diplodocus' down a mine shaft. I was absurdly happy for a fortnight. :great:
Probably some sublimated bumhole tendencies though.
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I haven't had a toot for weeks and weeks. Insomnia usually plagues me - too much brain activity/mentalism. I'm gonna eat some cheese - there are at least 6 types in the fridge (no blue, mind) and see what happens . . .
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I once dreamt i engaged in sexual activites with all the girls on my course... weird.
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was that a day dream.
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I'm good, but I'm not that good... :boohoo:
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I often remember my dreams in quite a lot of detail - there are often several sub plots linked together in warped dreamlogic developments and the detail (what the scenery/people look like) is sometimes very vivid and memorable.
I have a number of recurrent dreams that are accompanied by very realistic physical and emotional feelings that leave me wondering, when I wake up, whether they have really happened - teeth falling out (painlessly) and my hair growing back (been bald for 15 years) are very convincing and neither upsetting or elating, just well... interesting. On waking up I have to check to confirm that they were dreams.
I have one arm pull up dreams (like Kurt talks about in The Real Thing) where I find myself doing loads of one armers without needing to rest or getting tired - in fact they get easier the more I do. These are very realistic and I wake up with my shoulder (rear deltoid) feeling sort of warm and fuzzy. These started when I first started to be able to do one armers (never more than 3 reps btw)- which always felt a bit surreal even in real life. These one arm dreams always leave me feeling quite happy and optimistic. The last one (few days ago) developed into my doing one arm sideways lever pullups off an RSJ and seeing how far I could reach with my free hand, while cheerful steel erectors installed another beam at the limit of my reach (this being the best way to guarantee the optimum distance between structural supports) - felt very real.
Anyone else, apart from Kurt, get one arm pull up dreams?
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I'm gonna eat some cheese - there are at least 6 types in the fridge (no blue, mind) and see what happens . . .
They debunked the cheese myth:
One of the amino acids in cheese – tryptophan – has been shown to reduce stress and induce sleep so cheese may actually help you have a good night’s sleep
Although, apparently different cheeses give you different types of dreams so it could still be an interesting experiment. :-\
http://www.cheeseboard.co.uk/news.cfm?page_id=240
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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.
If anyone can tell me what it is that's coming or what the hell is going on I would love to know.
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If anyone can tell me what it is that's coming I would love to know.
It's Houdini with a bottle of port.
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I dont know how to make a daisy chain...I would love to know.
I'm down your way at the weekend, will I come and show you? :P
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.
It's not so easy to look up feelings and their related meanings though :-\
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I don't have one arm pull-up dreams, but I do have dreams in which my bicycle handling skills are massively increased. Lots of endo and wheelie hopping, amazing feats of dirt jumping and things of that nature. I used to wake up, convinced that I have somehow "learned" the techniques rather like that chap in the Matrix. And then I would go and put my new-found skills into action. And hurt myself quite badly. I've since discovered that dream gravity functions in a different way to real gravity, and also that dream dirt is a lot softer than real dirt.
My most interesting dream of recent times was most exciting. It was the night before a friend's wedding. In the dream, I was acting entirely uncharacteristically, lecturing various wedding guests about how amazing my speech was going to be. When I finally swaggered on stage, I was quite drunk, forgot most of what I had planned to say, and it went down like a lead balloon. I was very upset at this, and was in tears before I'd even got to the end. I then sat down looking fairly fucked off. Amazingly, some moments later, Natalie Portman appeared next to me. She explained that she thought that I had misjudged the audience quite badly . I agreed. Then she said brightly that she would still like me to shag her, and led me away to a dark corner in the church. She then removed her little dress, got down on all fours and explained patiently that she "preferred it that way". So far so good. Then I heard the vicar's voice from behind a pair of thick red curtains that had appeared next to us. He was worried that the disastrous speech had left me in an unhealthy state of mind, and wanted to offer me some kind of spiritual support. So, there I was, having sex with a very eager Natalie Portman, with my head poking out between the curtains, in deep and earnest conversation with a priest about Christian theology and the role of religion as a cure for depression.
Then I woke up, amazed at my brain's capacity for weirdness, but also slightly unfulfilled...
Interestingly, the actual wedding day was almost the exact reverse, with much pre-speech nerves, followed by a very successful rendition, and ending up with a priest-less encounter with a rather unattractive bridesmaid...
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:lol: brilliant....
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Curious . . .
I'd imagined you as more of a naughty forty insatiable widow in expensive Italian leopard-print clothing kinda guy; I mean, how else would you get hold of 40 year old Cabernet sauvignons so readily . . .
:-\
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It's pinot, not cabernet sauvignon...
It's funny you mention the older woman though. I was at a party only a couple of weeks ago, where I described the most uncomfortable party situation I had ever experienced. (Although I don't think it actually was...) Anyway, some Christmases ago, me my family and I laid on a bit of a bash, to which we invited my little sister's ex schoolfriends and their recently divorced mother (her husband had left her for his secretary I think). The mother was pretty hot and amply bosomed, in a kind of Horse and Hounds chic kind of way. We both got quite drunk and I was telling her about a cookbook I was writing and she was trying to put her hand down my trousers. The evening was cut short when the idiot boyfriend of one of the girls turned up to take them all home. I did managed to procure her email address though, and followed it up with a number of slightly iffy attempts at online seduction.
The following xmas we were invited for drinks at their place. The mother had a new "boyfriend". A terminally dull teetotaller who might have been called Brian, although I can't remember. Anyway, someone gave me a very small glass of wine, and then we suddenly found ourselves, the guests and the hosts, standing in an uncomfortable circle, unable to make any conversation. I stood there wondering whether I could break the ice by pointing out something like, "This is really jolly isn't it? I mean, Brian, it must be a year to the day since your new ladyfriend was searching for my cock while I was animatedly discussing the recipe for Saddle of Lamb 'Terry Eagleton'. Yes girls, your divorcee mother was trying to get it on with your schoolfriend's brother, and he would certainly have obliged. Can I have some more wine please?"
The night was almost saved when I met the 19 year old blonde 5ft10 gorgeous spawn of the teetotaller. However, I failed to pick up her email address and so my persistent efforts were alas entirely wasted.
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Sheesh
I don't have problems w/ old lasses - just fat ones . . . And I don't know what it is about short & slight guys and fat chicks but they seem to view me as fair game . . . Recall a party in Mancester, HAVOC if I recall, and this lass must've taken a shine on the dancefloor. Cut to afterparty and lo - she's there too - takes my hand and nearly shakes it off w/ every smile & wink in the book . . . Later on she's pestering the fuck out of me (having just had her first E) - and I'm being an utter gentleman (a slightly petrified one, but . . .) - she ends up asking for a kiss to which I reply that I'm to be married to a lass who's expecting my child (downright lie but if you're gonna tell 'em, aim high) and she bogs off for a bit, bottom lip sticking out like a doorstop. Cue to later on the dancefloor/livingroom and I get whisked off my feet from behind like a fucking ragdoll! Miss Go-lightly won't take no for an answer and insists on taking what she wants even if it must be burgulary. I recall shouting for help as she wants me upstairs the now! Thankfully it ended happily - if a little bruised for me, as ah tell thee: she was a right crusher - when her friend spotted her and shouted at her to put the poor lad down at which I was dropped like a chop the dog had nicked from the table!
I'm really careful these days and carry a small palmsize canister of mace when I'm out on the streets by myself . . . You never do know who you'll meet . . . And there's many a waking-nightmare waiting to happen . . .
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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.
What could be better ;D
#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.
I'm pretty sure i know exactly the sort of thing you're on about, though mine were slightly different. Disturbing but thankfully they grew scarcer the older i got, if that's any comfort.
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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.
2. Not as exciting, but I was younger. The groud is full of evil worms (yeah, I know). Anything in contact with the ground can be devoured by the worms, which then maintain the original form so you can't tell.
Start of dream: sat in car with my parents. They suddenly start to scream as the worms get them, but I manage to escape, and luckily I can fly (wow). The rest of these dreams involves flying about avoiding the worms and people infested with them etc Quite scary when you're young.
Freud say's it's cos I'm gay/ want to fuck Fern Britten etc Bullshit, it's like going to the cinema for a horror movie. All good fun.
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Freud say's it's cos I want to fuck Fern Britten
Freud? Don't we all want to fuck Fern Britten?
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Freud? Don't we all want to fuck Fern Britten?
No.
(http://www.robbscelebs.co.uk/noops516/fern_britton0018.jpg)
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Freud? Don't we all want to fuck Fern Britten?
No.
(http://www.robbscelebs.co.uk/noops516/fern_britton0018.jpg)
urr, YEAH! Let me at it... :shag:
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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.
Shit the bed! Literally. :o
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Mo'cushion fo'the pushin'
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Since pot is a no-no and the missus has banned me from drinking for a few days, I'm having spectacular dreams at the moment.
The night before last was scary and fully lucid: I'm in a place where I've been but once in life but strangely more than once in my dreamstate. It doesn't matter where I was but I'd done a fair bit of vampire killing here. And I was there again. I spent sometime arranging a collection of French peasants agricultural tools into the rafters of barn (one of those half-open types) w/ the intention of using them to lure vampires under (just like I'd done before) and behead them with the collection of mattocks, scythes etc.. which I'd balanced above head-height.
But this night I was scared, and I knew that King Vampire was watching, waiting for the right moment. I could see king vampire behind the crenellations of a castle a few hundred metres away as the moon was low and behind him. He knew I knew and I knew that he knew I knew. I was petrified he'd come for me as somehow I knew my vampire slaying days were over and this time I was toast. So I somehow managed to keep him pacing on the castle roof and this really pissed him off.
In fact, I'm certain Dracula is keen to visit my headspace so I've dosed myself w/ a valerian capsule and a cup of hot valerian tea in the hope I sleep like a log. Waking up is a chore after valerian (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valerian_%28herb%29) (AKA baldrian, powerful herbal sleepy stuff) I feel überdrowsy first thing but it's better than getting bloodsucked and turning into a vampire (obviously). Fraudini said I was mumbling stuff in tongues and was sweating like a bitch on heat, so . . . Well, see what tonite brings. Garlic will most definitely be by my bed tonite!
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From Dream Dictionary.
To see a vampire in your dream, symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well as fear and death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression/ferocity. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it. Vampires also sometimes relate to decisions about sex and losing your virginity. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
To dream that you are a vampire, signifies that you are sucking in the life energy of others for your own selfish benefit.
Weird huh?
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I regularly dream about cooking and new recipes (oh yeah and killing KP's waitress and members of the public who ask for well done steak) and have managed to remember a few ones the following day. Some have been a real success.
Note to self and the world in general we all get the sexual dreams from time to time, but I cna seriously recommend not having one while catching 40 winks transiting in Philly airport, I barely managed to talk my way out of getting arrested, if it wasn't stupid o clock approaching sparrow fart I think i would have been done for.
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How about this one then?
Last night I dreamt I met houdini.
I was walking round leeds when I went in to some fashion shop or other and saw a man complaining about "emo cunts" who I somehow recognised as the man himself. We complained a while about the state of modern culture until fraudini came back from her shopping. We went to a restaurant/buffet thing where houdini got loads and loads food (wierd stuff like tentacles, as well as a wide variety of breads, cheeses, meats and also, an entire steak dinner) and I kept thieving bits of it. Even though we were in Leeds, it was a part of Leeds I'd never been before (because it doesn't exist)...
I know there was more to the dream but I can't remember it any more. I could 5 minutes ago, which is strange...
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:lol:
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Hmmm... Whilst both Fraudini and I have found ourselves in Leeds/Otley/Almscliffe/Caley. We don't do tentacles!
Must concede I find that vampire quote from the dream dictionary more alarming and relevant the more I read it...
Valerian / Baldrian. Hmm... I sure did dose myself good, I recall no vampires - but infact dreamed of a large expanse of very shallow water.
Water
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. If the water is calm, clear, then it signifies that you are in tune with your spirituality. It denotes serenity, peace of mind, and rejuvenation. If you are splashed by water, then it represents your need to be revitalized and more expressive. To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. It also may mean that feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged.?
To see muddy or dirty water in your dream, indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions. You may need to devote some time to clarify your mind and find internal peace. Alternatively, it suggests that your thinking/judgment is unclear and clouded. If you are immersed in muddy water, then it indicates that you are in over your head in a situation and are overwhelmed by your emotions.
To hear running water in your dream, denotes meditation, reflection and pondering of your thoughts and emotions.
To dream that you are walking on water, suggests that you have supreme and ultimate control over your emotions. It may also suggest that you need to "stay on top" of your emotions and not let them explode out of hand. Alternatively, it is symbolic of faith in yourself.
Water Carrier
To see a water carrier in your dream, signifies favorable prospects in fortune and love. To dream that you are a water carrier, foretells that you will rise above your current position.
Waterfall
To see a waterfall in your dream, symbolizes beauty and grace. It may represent your goals and desires.
Water Lily
To see a water lily in your dream, signifies grief, sorrow, and bereavement.
Water Skiing
To dream that you are water skiing, represents an uplift in your spirituality and increase in your self-confidence. It also indicates feelings of peacefulness and freedom.
Underwater
To dream that you are underwater, suggests that you are feeling overcome with emotions and are in need of greater control in your life. You may be in over your head regarding some situation.
To dream that you are breathing underwater, represents a retreat back into the womb. You want to return to a state where you were dependent and free from responsibilities. Perhaps you are feeling helpless, unable to fulfill your own needs and caring for yourself.? Alternatively, you may be submerged in your emotions.
Watermelon
To see a watermelon in you dream, represents emotions of love, desire,? lust, and fiery passion.? Pregnant women or women on the verge of their menstrual cycle often dream of such fruits, as watermelons. Alternatively, watermelons may be associated with summertime ease, leisure, and relaxation.
Waterslide
To dream that you are on or see a waterslide, suggests that you? are being swept away by your emotions. You are slowly exploring the realm of your unconscious. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are going with the flow of things without any objections or resistance.
Waterbed
To see a waterbed in our dream, suggests that have come to accept and recognizing your emotions.? You are slowly acknowledging aspects of your unconscious. It also represents a rise in your unconscious and repressed energy, particularly issues dealing with sexuality, fear, aggression, etc..
Watermill
To see a watermill in your dream, suggests that you need to keep your options open and utilize the resources that is available to you. You also need to proceed at a steady pace in realizing your goals. The dream is one of motivation and renewal.
So, not much about shallow water, though walking on water is the closest example here. I'm sure it would be pure arrogance to accept that solution here. Must read up on Dream Theory.
Anyone read My Education? As seen earlier in this thread.
(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e67/houdini2/ME_UK_Picador_1996.jpg)
Really must start writing this shit down & sell it to potheads when I'm too old to work the ropes. Mugs'll love it.
Of late, insomnia/wine have kept me awake till 2.30am. I rise at 7.30-8 am daily. I currently favour listening to some very slow techno on headphones, something w/ plenty of space and room for interpretation, plenty to occupy my brain and ward off those fucking vampires. Sleeparchive (ha!) in particular... I wake @ 6am w/ banging techno (the soft mix being superceded by some horrific 4/4 torture). Really must programme my machine better.
Tonite I've drunk a bottle (a restless amount) and hope to confront this vampire once and for all. I'll see if I can enter the dream at the same point again.
Damn it! Where's soapy when you need him?
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But that's the thing... I knew it was you in my dream but in real life it can't have been you. In my dream "houdini" was short, shaven hair and glasses, quite nerdy looking, and you were eating meat (am I right in thinking you're a veggy?)
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How strange!
In my dreams Houdini is tall, dark, outrageously handsome, and eats 8A+ for elevenses . . .
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Total bongo-bongo dreams this morn:
I'm in a 2-up 2-down mid-terraced house that looks like Rotherham but is in fact along the Hamburg dock fronts (where there are no Rotherham-esque terraces at all.)
I return to the house via the back garden to find Jasper and Lagers' waiting impatiently. I tell them I have plaice & fine white bordeaux, but they say it's time to go swimming and we'll eat/drink afterwards (which I thought was strange as Jasper had made it known he is very fond of fine white Bordeaux . . .) My kit isn't to hand & suggest they wait for me in the car. Exeunt.
Cut to indoors. Evidently I live like a tramp: there is trash everywhere, utter chaos. There's no way I'll find my noseclip and trunks in this shithole (strange, I'm very tidy in life). I met my sisiter in the house, I've no idea why she's there, which doesn't matter as she's angry w/ me for something unclear & has no intention of helping w/ the search. But I can't find shit in this dump and after half an hour of frantic behaviour I go through to the front of the house to find Jasper & Lagers' waiting for me in the wheels (which turns out to be an articulated car transporter ie: two layers of cars on a trailer; odd thing was, there was no conventional truckcab, but the front half of a sky-blue Ford Anglia w/ the trailer hitched to the caravan bar . . . ) Inside the Anglia/cab hybrid there is an unidentified young boy of maybe 5 or 6 & a dog: black w/ white muzzle that tries to bite my face off from over the front seat as soon as I get in the back. Lagers' is narked that I still haven't found my trunks and suggests we just head to the pool & take it from there. While he's telling me this I've got this ill-tempered pooch at arms length, Jasper says he's fine & means no harm(?!). I ask which pool we're going to & am told the one in Sheff'(!) - which as we're in Hamburg in a car transporter full of vehicles w/ a rabid dog at my throat - I find kinda odd.
From this moment till I woke, I pondered why Jasper and Lagers' wanted to drive to a Sheff' pool in such a fashion and why we were not drinking fine white Bordeaux w/ plaice in the back garden as originally suggested . . .
Go figure.
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Interesting. It wasn't your house - it was probably mine. I do live in a terraced house and left to my own devices I regularly live like a tramp: there is often trash (I think of it as useful stuff) everywhere and usually utter chaos. That is the only link between your dream and the real world though.
Jas and I would have either turned up in his sporty little piece of high quality german engineering or in my sporty piece of high quality german engineering. I usually have spare swiming stuff in my car and you could have used that, but, as you might expect, we would have gone for the eating and drinking option without a moment's hesitation.
I did care for a very large and terrifying staffy for a while - she looked like 60lb of certain death, but was soft as owt. Could have been her?
I have been swimming every day for the last 4 days... and I did forget my goggles on thursday...
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And I can't stand swimming (unless I'm on holiday somewhere hot when it's more lolling about in water than swimming anyway) but love wine and good food.
Funny. I was thinking it must be Lagers' house before I read his post. :lol:
Just trying to explain to work colleagues now why I am giggling like a fool. The Ford Anglia car transporter pushed me over the edge.
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From this morning (a lucid dream):
I'm walking along a street and meet my favourite breed of dog. In German: Mops. English: Pug/Ethel from Eastenders dog. (They're so cute!) It runs indoors and I follow it. The front door leads direct to the living room and it is empty ie: no people. I play w/ the dog. Suddenly the room is occupied and I feel uncomfortable: this is someones house afterall and I am tresspassing.
I get up and make to leave. Reach the front door. A grey cat scratches its way up the side of the door to a position above the handle and squats flat against the wood of the door in the area where the palm-plate (those brass things) might be found. Its fur changes to mauve and I watch the cat distort to approx. 3mm thick; I see it's skull flatten before my eyes!
I look to the people in the room. Bizarrely they behave as this was utterly normal. I decide there and then that this is a dream I have no place in and make myself wake from it forthwith - being somewhat frightened to continue . . .
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my favourite breed of dog. In German: Mops. English: Pug/Ethel from Eastenders dog. (They're so cute!)
:o :spank:
You poor, sick man. Get help.
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Well I'm a cat man but they are lovely and sweet-natured, look, twins!
(http://www.mops-marin.de/images/pic_home.jpg)
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never having met you i'm left wondering is it true about dog owners looking like their dogs.
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Alas we have no dogs or cats, just a very grumpy hamster (which I threaten to kill daily, in the hope that he hears me, understands, and dies prematurely).
In an ideal world I favour the menagerie:
1 ~ Chocolate Dobermans (pair of w/ tails). Failing that, Bavarian Mountain Hounds (pair of).
2 ~ A Pug in either black or brown/beige (purely for laughs).
3 ~ Cat, silver tabby (must be female).
4 ~ A short-haired hamster (must be female).
5 ~ A lake of large carp and tench.
6 ~ Bees (approx. 100,000).
7 ~ A Raven to scare children.
8 ~ Squirrels (red).
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How many hives for those bees?
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Four.
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Yesterday WTI broke $135.
Last night I had a nightmare (I kid you not, woke up shaking & sweating and everything) that it had surged to $379 (weird how the exact figure stays with me) and I couldn't afford to get to work (It's a 75 mile round trip).
I need a life.
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(http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/every_damn_morning.png)
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yesterday i dreamt i got fired and couldn't afford anything, and woke up screaming.....
YES YES FUCKING YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS
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last night:
i have just robbed a bank, and am escaping. chased by policemen, i hide into a building but get stuck in the stairs. with policemen blocking the exit i say that i have a bomb and will blow everything up, so they let me pass and i run down the stair, and out in the street. they think they're going to catch me, but outside, in a white ford mustang cabrio with engine on, there's jerry moffatt, waiting for me. bye bye police.
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The other night I dreamed I was trying to climb in a pair of those shit sanuk shoes
(http://www.inkfootwear.org/assets/images/db_images/db_sanuk_donny_multi1.jpg)
Really frustrating beacuse I couldn't stand on anything, the shoes kept falling apart and I had to fix them with bits of string.
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last night:
i have just robbed a bank, and am escaping. chased by policemen, i hide into a building but get stuck in the stairs. with policemen blocking the exit i say that i have a bomb and will blow everything up, so they let me pass and i run down the stair, and out in the street. they think they're going to catch me, but outside, in a white ford mustang cabrio with engine on, there's jerry moffatt, waiting for me. bye bye police.
How can you be sure it was Jerry and not Le Sausage?
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i never mistake my heroes with my lovers.
8)
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(http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/every_damn_morning.png)
I like that.
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It is rather good.
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And apt.
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Yesterday WTI broke $135.
Last night I had a nightmare (I kid you not, woke up shaking & sweating and everything) that it had surged to $379...
I will remember that and from this point forward $379 per boe shall be known as the Duma point...
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Are you in Indo FD?
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Nope. Got back 5 days ago, just waiting for all the photo's to come through before posting a trip report. Had a great time. Coincidentally, the dreams have been mad since coming back with a crazy jetlag/virus combo....
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Had 2 weeks worth of highly bizarre dreams/nightmares.
The other night, I was in a hospital at a newly opened 'palliative ward'. For some reason I was walking around with a consultant who was telling me the case history of each individual (terminally ill) patient. For some stupid, insensitive fucking reason, I was simply telling each one of them to "Smile!" to which a typical response was "but I'm dying, I'm not in the mood for smiling". "Sorry" I would say to each of them and move onto the next patient. This horrible ordeal went on for what seemed like an eternity.
Horrible. I'm not such a cunt in everyday life by the way!
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I'd been having regular nightmares for the past month or so, and last night I had my first pleasant dream in ages.
The nightmares had all been on a similar theme, where I was running around a massive building (a school or a hospital, sometimes a hotel or youth hostel, once a cruise ship) urgently trying to get somewhere because I was running late. I never knew where I was going but I was always lost. And then I'd always end up in a bathroom, and decide to either use the toilet or have a wash, but be unable to because the place was overflowing in blood or faeces or vomit. And I'd get covered in all this, then people would walk in and see me, but speak to me as though everything was totally normal. Then I'd run about again, covered in blood and faeces and vomit.
Anyway, last night I dreamed that my parents, brother and I were all living back at home again, and that my brother turned his old bedroom (which was in the roof and had slopy ceilings) into a massive climbing wall. I'm normally a careful and methodical climber but in the dream I was swinging from hold to hold like a little monkey. I could even use the campus board without difficulty (a dream which will never come true!) There was also amaretto involved in the dream, but I'm not sure where that fitted in.
Anyway, it was good to have a pleasant dream for a change.
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I had a very vivid dream last night where I onsighted a 7b in Font - I can still remember the moves even though it is not a piece of rock that I have seen in real life. A local pointed out the problem to me and Jasper and explained the moves. From sitting, I held the first hold which was wet and felt a bit gritty (very vivid feeling/sensation) I didn't have my chalkbag on and didn't expect to be doing anything other than just feeling the hold. At first it felt impossible to pull on, but after placing my feet I managed to lift my arse off the floor - the local guy said the other footholds were better, but I felt good on the ones that I had chosen. Just to see what the first move might be like, I pulled up and snatched both hands to the next two edges which were also wet and gritty, my feet stayed on despite my being at full tiptoes stretch. Again it felt like I could barley stay on, but soon this feeling subsided and I felt very comfortable. The local guy pointed out the next hold and told me to go to it with main gauche - I crossed over with my right and held the poor sloper just above the sugested hold - again at full stretch and again wet and gritty. Feet came off in a controlled way with no swing and I locked off on the sloper (virtually doing a one arm pull up, with little assistance from the left hand). Left hand went up to another poor, wet and gritty sloper next to a positive pocket which I couldn't quite reach and decided not to use as I was enjoying the problem as it was going. Anyway, I pulled up on the two holds and managed to get my foot onto the lower hold, stand up and slap wildly for the finishing jug - which I hit and held easily. Topping out was easy. The local guy was whooping and cheering and I had a discussion with Jasper about how it couldn't possibly be 7b if I could on sight it when it is wet.
Jasper looked it up in the off piste guide and confirmed that it was indeed 7b. He tried it a few times and kept falling off the bit where i got my foot onto the lower sloper - for some reason the local guy kept insisting on moving the mats, which meant that jasper kept missing them when he jumped/fell off - this pissed us off so we left to go buy beer and veal burgers. So vivid it feels like a real memory.
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I reckon that fish must have been contaminated.
With LSD.
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Had 2 weeks worth of highly bizarre dreams/nightmares.
The other night, I was in a hospital at a newly opened 'palliative ward'. For some reason I was walking around with a consultant who was telling me the case history of each individual (terminally ill) patient. For some stupid, insensitive fucking reason, I was simply telling each one of them to "Smile!" to which a typical response was "but I'm dying, I'm not in the mood for smiling". "Sorry" I would say to each of them and move onto the next patient. This horrible ordeal went on for what seemed like an eternity.
Horrible. I'm not such a cunt in everyday life by the way!
No. Not quite.
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He tried it a few times and kept falling off the bit where i got my foot onto the lower sloper - for some reason the local guy kept insisting on moving the mats, which meant that jasper kept missing them when he jumped/fell off
Insert crap "in your dreams" type joke here. ;)
At least your only (current) fantasies about me are of burning me off. I feel reassured.
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He tried it a few times and kept falling off the bit where i got my foot onto the lower sloper - for some reason the local guy kept insisting on moving the mats, which meant that jasper kept missing them when he jumped/fell off
Insert crap "in your dreams" type joke here. ;)
At least your only (current) fantasies about me are of burning me off. I feel reassured.
Actually, in the dream I was feeling bad about you falling off - like I had sandbagged you by saying how easy it was. In real life I would have danced around pointing at you and laughing and calling you names.
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And rightly so!
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Bizarrely the last thing I remember dreaming today was Fatdoc's new baby having just been born :-\
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Last night I was recruited by a firm of estate agents who were "taking advantage" of credit crunches in parallel universes. At first I refused to buy houses off people who were forced into selling for below market prices, but then it was revealed to me that a horde of demons was being employed by the banks to take late mortgage payments in the form of child sacrifices (I watched Spiderwick Chronicles last night so plenty of visual data available) - and the company I was to work for were actually in the business of saving lives/souls in a sort of 100% equity release scheme and so the victims/clients would not be damned, childless or homeless.
I was shown the complicated filing system for trans-dimentional property transfer - big, shallow architects drawers with a variety of coloured stickers on the draws to indicate which dimensions were involved. A change of house ownership seemed to necessitate a subtle change of universe, which helped the occupants to avoid the satanic debt collectors, but created an administrative and legal nightmare for recording those transfers (different files for physical, financial, legal, metaphysical and building regs details).
I suggested including in the rental agreement a clause which guaranteed that the firm I was now working for would never use the demon debt collectors. This immediately caused me to become a senior partner in the firm and I found myself involved in time travel to buy plots of land from 17th century victims of witch trials.
The dream then settled into a Mexican stand off between me and a very fast moving red Minotaur - he could only move if I moved, but would then easily catch me.
Better than going to the cinema
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I am very worried. Last night I dreamt that me and Houdini had a fight with Unclesomebody. What can it all mean? I've never even met either of them.
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I don't care what it means. Who won?
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Me and Houds - though no real thanks to me. Even in my dreams I'm a complete wimp.
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I find that hard to believe. You and Houdini triumphed over this man?
(http://www.unclesomebody.com/images/ready.jpg)
I think not.
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What else are dreams for if not fantasy?
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That picture should be in the hot men thread!
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Last night i dreamt that i was eating a huge mashmallow... when i woke up my pillow was gone :lol:
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I find that hard to believe. You and Houdini triumphed over this man?
I think not.
What do you mean by this you squalid pigfucker?! :furious:
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I don't dream anymore . . .
All my imaginitive powers were crushed the moment I touched down on this Sceptic Isle . . .
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I lie.
I recall a dream fragment from couple of days back: I'm preparing a bird to roast in the oven. The bird could be most closely described as a two-headed baby Nintendo stork: cute as heck w/ a Kowloon peasant-style cymbal-shaped hat on each head and heartbreakingly sad eyes. I arranged the shelves in the oven to accomodate the odd creature, then shoved it in - alive. It kind of screamed from both beaks as they opened and fused wide, the bird turning opaque for a moment before its colour settled to an unglazed ceramic-esque shade.
I recall thinking: Hmmm . . . Think the oven's a tad hot.
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I had a dream last night that I was descending some long spiralling ladder construction somewhere, and it was sopping wet and I was sketching my way down mostly footless because I didn't trust my feet. At the same time I was chatting to Jasper and got introduced to Lagers who were also downclimbing nearby. Lagers was NOT carrying a large fish. I was completely naked.
Later on I ended up soloing in the Rhinnogs in glorious sunshine and got sunburnt legs (I think I had shorts on by this point) and then got that interrupted by talking to people in a cafe that was hosting a rave that had turned into a business meeting. I was just about to do a wicked E3 slab too.
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Last night I was on my way to chair some Middle East peace talks in Jordan. I parked up at the side of a canal and realised that I had a bit of time before the meeting. I started fishing near some reeds and caught a pike of about 10lb (good exciting fight too). One of the locals came along and sugested we sit in his boat to fish. I let him have a go with the spinning rod and he hooked another good pike. While he was playing the fish (and panicikng about it biting him on the leg - as he was now standing in the water) someone from the peace talks came running along shouting that the talks were due to start in 2 minutes. I told them not to worry and helped the chap land his pike. He was delighted and was really over the top about thanking me. I walked off to the peace talks with fish slime and canal water on my hands and jeans wondering why it wasn't drying off in the sun.
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I had a very vivid dream about climbing Pebble Wall last night, it was really easy. Then I got into a fight with Adam Lincoln over something to do with Brad Pit. :lol: Do you think I'm spending too much time on here? :-\
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Half a week back I dreampt of myself far in the future . . .
I was scanning DVD's in a shop, specifically follow-ups to Withnail & I: I counted ten.
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I had a vivid dream last night that I was at the climbing wall in Aberdeen (except it was a huge cavernous warehouse and there were crates of tools and holds lying around) and someone said to me his Belgian mate who was climbing earlier had disappeared because there were big waves on the beach. I decided to go and check them out too, and walked to the harbour, but it was cordoned off because the waves were so big that there was a big wave surfing event going on, with benches for spectators and a big screen where you could see 20 ft barelling waves in the harbour mouth. There were international surfer competing, but some were getting out the water as they didn't have gloves on and were losing the ends of their fingers due to frostbite form the cold water.
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i've had a few distressing dreams recently where i have woken up in floods of tears. 2 of these have been "reunion" type affairs with old friends or relatives living abroad. the sense of loss and grief even when awake has been startling in its intensity. The funniest (in retrospect) was where an old friend now living in NZ welcomed me as new landlord into our old local in Wales! Incidentally this same friend is a bit of a dream fanatic and used to keep a notepad by the bed a la William S Burrows (I wish i did too sometimes as i usually forget all about my dreams within about an hour or two).
I frequently wake up not sure whether i had just been dreaming or "remembering" something that really happened, and also frequently start a conversation with the missus with "do you remember when..." and then realise i'm reminiscing about a dream.
good job none of you lot on here know me isn't it?
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Is stir fry know for causing wierd dreams? Last night was an odd one. Here's the ones I remember.
Someone I used to know from our uni climbing club was kidnapped and someone else in the club had to give the kidnappers the keys to his 4WD before they would let her go. He did, but the rest of the club prevented them from escaping in the 4WD and proceeded to beat the fuck out of them.
I went to a BMX park with my old boss and a mate and hired BMXs. We had to go into a room first and just go round in cicles to show we could cycle properly before they would let us in the park
The same old boss and I then went to a meeting like we used to, but he had a new portable printer type thing that printed out name badges for everyone present. I was trying to do a presentation, but all he was interested in was trying to make this new printer work. I also had no shoes as I had come striaght from the BMX park, so was walking around in my socks, hoping no-one would notice.
Most bizzare.
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The same old boss and I then went to a meeting like we used to, but he had a new portable printer type thing that printed out name badges for everyone present. I was trying to do a presentation, but all he was interested in was trying to make this new printer work. I also had no shoes as I had come striaght from the BMX park, so was walking around in my socks, hoping no-one would notice.
Most bizzare.
Putting on my dream doctor hat...
No shoes (and hoping no-one would notice) is indicative of being nervous about fucking up in important situations - the same as dreaming you are in a meeting naked - relates to an insecurity about a situation that may be upcoming. Similarly the exboss being more interested in the printer suggests that you are worried that people will not be interested in what you are saying.
Either that or you OD'd on the MSG in the stir fry!!
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Dreamt the other day that I climbed Cenotaph Corner and Cemetary Gates. It was a good dream :)
Had one about Gogarth as well.
Why must the weather be so SHITE :wall:
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The same old boss and I then went to a meeting like we used to, but he had a new portable printer type thing that printed out name badges for everyone present. I was trying to do a presentation, but all he was interested in was trying to make this new printer work. I also had no shoes as I had come striaght from the BMX park, so was walking around in my socks, hoping no-one would notice.
Most bizzare.
Putting on my dream doctor hat...
No shoes (and hoping no-one would notice) is indicative of being nervous about fucking up in important situations - the same as dreaming you are in a meeting naked - relates to an insecurity about a situation that may be upcoming. Similarly the exboss being more interested in the printer suggests that you are worried that people will not be interested in what you are saying.
I suspect you are right on both counts, hence the words ex-boss, as it is an ex-job.
Was a fair dose of soy though!
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Why must the weather be so SHITE wall
Where the fuck are you? Its been perfect grit weather here since tuesday.
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Nevermind where you are Will, when are you? Here in the N. Hemisphere, it's winter, pal ::)
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Why must the weather be so SHITE wall
Where the fuck are you? Its been perfect grit weather here since tuesday.
Harsh, but fair. Twas mint at the 'cliff on Tuesday Will...
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Had a poltergeist dream this morning:
It manifested itself first in the garden by making the swing loop-the-loop at breakneck speed. Then later around the dinner table: it picked me up while I was sat in my chair - lifted the dining chair I was sat in, rather - about a foot off the deck. There was commotion around the table at the sight of this. Later it struck again, but this time it lifted the chair I was in really high and turned me upside down, and there I was, upside down but sitting in my chair hanging onto the underside of it. Odd.
I woke shortly after, though I recall the last part of the dream as myself throwing holy water around the place and stating that I was off to get a catholic priest very soon.
I think as poltergeists go this was a pretty twisted one. A ghost-hunter mate of mine in Norfolk says it's incredibly rare for poltergeists to actually make physical contact w/ people. ???
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I had a variation on my regular one-arm pullup dream on Sunday night. I was at my parents house looking at the Cow and Calf out of their upstairs window. John Dunne came up the stairs - turns out he had popped in to have breakfast with my parents and wanted to look at the view. I was surprised to see that he had shrunk to about 5'6". He was concerned as none of his clothes fit anymore. I suggested that he stretch his body by hanging off the bathroom door frame. I demonstrated what I meant by hanging one armed from the frame. This felt ridiculously easy. Out of curiosity I hung three-fingered and cranked out three good form one-armers, followed by the same off the other arm. Dunney seemed to disappear from the dream at this point and I was left with a feeling of being unbelievably lucky (and strong).
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The most (only) memorable dreams I've had follow a similar pattern.
First one happened in a hotel. I was convinced I'd woken up and there was a dark figure stood at the end of the bed. I was so convinced someone was there I tried to move but I couldn't. I then try to convince myself that there is no one there at all I'm just dreaming but fail as I continually try to move. Almost like I'm scared stiff.
The second time I was at home and I'd woken again hearing what I thought were footsteps outside the bedroom door. Then the tapping of my ice axe on the door (they must've found it upstair). Again I try to move but can't. I can't speak to wake our lass up. I can only stare at the door and listen for any noise that tells me they're still there. Scared stiff again. I start telling myself no one is there. The doors were locked. No one can get in. But it doesn't help.
I've no idea how these end.
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Plattsy,
those sound like classic sleep paralysis dreams (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis). I get phases of having them. Usually something scary but unseen to my left, or on my chest; very occasionally sitting on my feet. Often I am convinced that I am awake. Scary shit.
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Usually something scary but unseen to my left, or on my chest; very occasionally sitting on my feet. Often I am convinced that I am awake. Scary shit.
You don't have a cat do you Lagers :-\ :lol:
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paralysis dreams (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis)
Cool. I want one.
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Are you sure?? They are really unpleasant. I get them when I'm completely exhausted and they are pretty terrifying and unsettling.
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Cheers Lagers. Didn't realise there was a name for them. Scary shit they definately are.
Houd tick some of these badgers. I can guarantee you won't like it.
Sleeping in a face upwards or supine position
Irregular sleeping schedules; naps, sleeping in, sleep deprivation
Increased stress
Sudden environmental/lifestyle changes.
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Are you sure?? They are really unpleasant. I get them when I'm completely exhausted and they are pretty terrifying and unsettling.
I'm game for any dream / OoBE shit (though, I've never consumed DMT which I'm told is the daddy for OoBE's). Terrifying and unsettling sounds manageable in the short and longterm.
As for the factors that might bring them on, well, I'd say all of use could tick those boxes a few times in our lives.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/56/John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.JPG/752px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.JPG)
Nice beast. I'm still trying to digest fragments of my poltergeist dream; really wish I hadn't woke when I did, I think a dream exorcism would've been well-whack.
From the Dream Dictionary: Poltergeist
To see or hear a poltergeist in your dream, signifies a lack of control in your life. You may be experiencing some disruptions that are hindering your goals.
Hmmm....
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Cheers Lagers. Didn't realise there was a name for them. Scary shit they definitely are.
It wasn't until I mentioned it to someone in the trade that I found out that it is a common experience.
I often get them on the first or second night of being away on holiday. If I get them at home more than once a month, I know that it is time to examine my stress. My sleep paralysis dreams often follow dreams about vampirey type things earlier in the night (especially when staying in a hotel - check out how many vampire films feature h/motels).
When I have the sensation of being awake, but unable to move away from the unseen scary thing at my side I can sometimes manage a weak and (according to Mrs Starfish) very low "aaarrgh" whilst trying to scream my loudest. Sometimes this noise is enough to wake myself up.
I've never had sleep paralysis more than twice in one night.
These scary sleep paralysis dreams have never happened when I've been regularly climbing or snowboarding hard/scary stuff or when I've been consuming unhealthy amounts of drink and drugs. I blame it all on my brain looking for stimulation. I have no data to back this up, but as I understand it DREAM SCIENCE needs no such data for it's conclusions.
Houdi, you don't want this shit; it is just like having a very bad and undeserved piece of bad life luck - like being in a car crash when you are not driving. The after effect is just the same as having something shit happen in real life. The fact that you can reason that it was not real does not make it any better.
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Man! where's my copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide when you need it?!
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Houdi, have you had those falling/twitchy dreams whilst tying to fall asleep on a ledge on multi-day routes? They're similar to sleep paralysis except that you don't wake up and the fear builds up for far longer.
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No, never slept on a route.
I'm interested in the notion of building fear of which you speak as it's something I'm interested in recreating w/ sound.
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No, never slept on a route.
I'm interested in the notion of building fear of which you speak as it's something I'm interested in recreating w/ sound.
Now your talking. A worthy and realistic endeavour.
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If I get them at home more than once a month
Twice in my life is plenty. That sort of frequency could seriously screw with my head.
Not had one for ages. Certainly not since I've been running on a regular basis, which is around 2 years now. Long may my sleep paralysis drought continue.
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Houdi, have you had those falling/twitchy dreams whilst tying to fall asleep on a ledge on multi-day routes? They're similar to sleep paralysis except that you don't wake up and the fear builds up for far longer.
I've had falling asleep on routes dreams - that result in me waking up when I fall off...
On a vaugely related topic - I'm stricken with consumption (tom-flu) and had the craziest night of sleep - non sleep. At one point it fely like my eyes were pressing into my head so hard it was giving me a really bad - extremely bad headache. I contemplated scooping my eyes out with a spoon - and whilst had no real intention of going through with it, did rest the nice, cool, nice, cool spoon on my eyes. Weird shit.
Paralysis dreams are akin to the 'running through treacle' dreams. THey reflect an anxiety at being unable to help in a situation. For example if you know something bad is going to happen, but theres not much you can do about it (or you are worried about not being able to do anything about it)....
Dreams are good though, as they effectively work out our anxieties and worries whilst we're asleep - rather than when we're awake.
Right I'm going to stop now, as I suspect I'm writing dribble in some sort of flu induced haziness... :boohoo:
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When I have the sensation of being awake, but unable to move away from the unseen scary thing at my side I can sometimes manage a weak and (according to Mrs Starfish) very low "aaarrgh" .....
Houdi, you don't want this shit; it is just like having a very bad and undeserved piece of bad life luck - like being in a car crash when you are not driving. The after effect is just the same as having something shit happen in real life. The fact that you can reason that it was not real does not make it any better.
Same here on both counts.
Very Cthonic and disturbing.
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Very Cthonic and disturbing.
Do you feel you're in the presence of The Elders?
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No..
(http://davidoceguera.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/elders.jpg)
More like...
chtho⋅ni⋅an [thoh-nee-uhn]
–adjective Classical Mythology.
of or pertaining to the deities, spirits, and other beings dwelling under the earth.
Also, chthon⋅ic [thon-ik]
Origin:
1840–50; < Gk chthóni(os) (chthon-, s. of chthn earth + -ios adj. suffix) + -an; akin to L humus earth (see humus )
:P
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S'all Maltese to me?
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I kinda like scary/ paralysis dreams, it's similar to going to see a horror film. Only far more intense.
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Houdi, have you had those falling/twitchy dreams whilst tying to fall asleep on a ledge on multi-day routes? They're similar to sleep paralysis except that you don't wake up and the fear builds up for far longer.
I get the falling dream just as i'm falling asleep quite regularly, which i find quite distressing. I always wake up before/as i am hitting the ground and the mrs tells me that sometimes i damn near jump out of the bed. Never been on a multi-day route, but i imagine that could be rather unpleasant...
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Apparently its related to blood pressure changes when you go from standing up to lying down.
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Had a very strange dream last night where I was on a TV show with Kylie Minogue. We were in a large, emptyish studio (there was a live audience, but they were not visible) with an all-you-can-eat Indian buffet. I was advising Kylie about what each dish was like - she had never had Indian food before and was delighted to find that she really liked it. I then explained that I like to drink lots of lager to enhance my curry experience and since she was having such a good time following my recommendations Kylie ordered several pints of Stella for us; this was a popular move with the audience who clapped and cheered.
:shrug:
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Freud says less cheese for you.
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I had a strange one last night...
It's common for me to wrestle the colonial-style dresser by the door on night-time trips to the loo, but last night I (apparently) got out of bed (on the L) traversed the edge of the bed to the R-hand side, lingered above Fraudini's bedside table, lightly urinated on the table, alarm clock, book, glass of water... Then was slapped on the bare ass and told to go to the lavatory, fast. :lol:
Naturally I denied ALL come morning, though some strange time-lag is in effect, and now, I'm almost certain I did the blag, Guv'. :-[
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I had a strange one last night...
It's common for me to wrestle the colonial-style dresser by the door on night-time trips to the loo, but last night I (apparently) got out of bed (on the L) traversed the edge of the bed to the R-hand side, lingered above Fraudini's bedside table, lightly urinated on the table, alarm clock, book, glass of water... Then was slapped on the bare ass and told to go to the lavatory, fast. :lol:
Naturally I denied ALL come morning, though some strange time-lag is in effect, and now, I'm almost certain I did the blag, Guv'. :-[
Nothing to worry about, unless it starts happening regularly... I know of at least three people who have recounted similar tales, that include:
1. Pissing on the video/tv combo
2. Pissing on the record collection of a gf just bedded for the first time (it didnt last apparently!)
3. Waking up the mother in law with a gentle stream of warm urine on her head
:)
Its just sleepy mis-navigation. Its even more common for men to piss over the seat (not raising it) because of some slumberous state...
Now, if you wake up mid act and Fraudini is there perched below you looking up through a pirex bowl thats a whole different ball game!!
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A mate recounts this one regularly:
Two friends of my mate are sleeping off a massive ale session. One of them rents this room, the other is dossing. Renting is woken by dossing urinating in rentings' wardrobe.
Renting: wtf are you doing?
Dossing: I'm pissing in this chemical toilet.
Renting: That's my wardrobe!
Dossing: Nah 's chemical lavvy.
Dossing: Oh... Well, that's OK then.
;D
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great double header last night - must've been the curry and cider combo last night:
1. was on some kind of high school exchange type programme to north america (must have been alaska or CAN as it was baltic!). We were holed up in a dorm type situation from which we needed to escape. Strangely most of the women amongst the exchange group were incredibly scantily clad and were heading out for booze (must've been geordies) and so i followed on. On finding a suitable venue after skidding about on icy roads for a while I proceeded to get the total FEAR that the fact i was underage would be found out and public humiliation would ensue (I am 27 in real life). This fear was almost completely palpable even in my dream state which was very perturbing - almost nightmarish. Whilst chatting to "the ladies" i noticed that the bar was split over two levels with a large and steep double stairway joining the 2 levels. While casually sipping away on my beer a large american car proceeded to drive down the stairs, pinning me against a wall as it drove past. Shortly after this the underage drinkers were rumbled and i woke up.
I woke up at around 4am to find a cat curled up next to me on the bed. I got up to take what felt like the longest piss of my life then got back into bed without disturbing either the cat or the missus. I'm pretty sure this part happened in real life.
2. out walking with the missus, somewhere that looked a bit like the top of caley crag (we might have had either a cat or a dog with us but i can't be sure) when we see up ahead a vixen and a litter of five or six fox cubs. "Awesome" I say to the good lady "you don't see that every day of the week". She says "are they friendly" to which I reply "of course" feeling more than a little bit like Dr Doolittle. For some reason at this point a short but very stout stick appeared in my left hand (significance?), and the vixen started running toward me. I instinctively start waving the stick about, as if the vixen is a dog interested in a game of fetch. As the vixen approaches I have no feelings of fear or anxiety until the thing launches itself at me I assume for the stick rather than for me. As it hits me it sinks it's fangs into my L hand, enveloping the stick with a vice like grip. I sand there for a while wrestling with it, still without any fear or anxiety (definitely aware of pain, or perhaps just aware that it "should" be painful?), but still trying to shake it off until i simply throw it off the top of the crag. The vixen lands like a cat at the bottom of the crag and all is well. game over.
reading this back it sounds like absolute crap, but was intense and gripping stuff at the time. maybe you just had to be there.
looking back it may have had something to do with reading some intense poetry by Owen Shears aloud before sleeping :shrug:
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Woman runs a mile with rabid fox clamped to arm! (http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D948V99O3&show_article=1)
Too much UKB for you methinks.
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just clickety clicked your link there and this ad appeared below the story:
1 flat stomach rule: obey
I cut out 2 lbs of body fat per week by obeying this 1 old rule.
Lost a Job? Or About to?
Restore Your Income with Your Own Business. Work @ Home....
aer they reading my mind or are they interpreting my dreams for me?
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These tooth-loss dreams are becoming more regular (perhaps it's the impacted wisdom tooth?) I wait w/ baited breath for the life-changing moment to get the fuck on w/ it.
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Had a variety of different dreams last night most of which I can't recall. However one part that stuck vividly in the memory was Dr T showing me a film of him on a recent trip to Font. He had done Rubis by the strangest sequence ever (which would be impossible in real life but made sense in the dream) and we were discussing the different ways of doing the problem. I wanted to try his crazy sequence (it involved a big crossover) and fortunately I could as we were in Font (don't think we were originally). I started up the problem but it immediately turned into the last move of Marie Rose, I was wearing flip flops and was about to fall off (I wasn't concerned about this). Then I woke up.
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had dreams about my line manager 2 nights in a row now. the 1st night she was at my parents house, not too many other details other than it was a school-trip style dorm situation...
last night she was some kind of book club/english lit tutor person, discussing books, recommending poets in a library setting that i'm sure was like a primary school with mini tables and chairs etc (god what was the name of the book - i think we might have been talking about sailor song by Keasey) all while we were frying steak (she's vegetarian).
what the hell's going on? ???
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had dreams about my line manager 2 nights in a row now. the 1st night she was at my parents house, not too many other details other than it was a school-trip style dorm situation...
last night she was some kind of book club/english lit tutor person, discussing books, recommending poets in a library setting that i'm sure was like a primary school with mini tables and chairs etc (god what was the name of the book - i think we might have been talking about sailor song by Keasey) all while we were frying steak (she's vegetarian).
what the hell's going on? ???
You think your line-manager is your mum and have an Oedipus complex?
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Yet another very graphic toothloss dream.
For a long time all I could see in my dream window was the inside of my mouth; the tooth lost was rotten, black and all rather grim, which doesn't resemble my mouth at all.
:-\
Who stole my sex dreams, damn it? I want them back!
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Yet another very graphic toothloss dream.
For a long time all I could see in my dream window was the inside of my mouth; the tooth lost was rotten, black and all rather grim, which doesn't resemble my mouth at all.
:-\
Who stole my sex dreams, damn it? I want them back!
I was going to reply to your earlier tooth loss dream post a while back... Puttiing on my dream doctor hat... step into my office...
Assuming that you do not have any dental problems or had any bad experiences with dentists...
Dreams of loosing teeth are similar to dreams where you loose your hair. Teeth and hair are features that people look at, care about and also age.. They are obvious indicators about you health and age. This dream could reflect an anxiety about your physical well being, possibly related to growing older or possibly something else if you have any health concerns.
If this seems like a possibility, and you wish to have your sex dreams return.. then my prescription is to remove all mirrors and reflective items from the house and get to your local newsagent and buy an armful of wank mags :)
Hope the dreams get better..
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According to the dream dictionary:
To dream that you have rotten or decaying teeth, forewarns that your health and/or business is in jeopardy. You may have uttered some false or foul words and those words are coming back to haunt you.
To dream that your teeth is gleaming, signifies happiness and fulfilled wishes.
To dream that you are brushing your teeth, signifies your level of confidence, struggles and aggressiveness. You need to look out for yourself and your own interest. Perhaps, you feel that your standing or position is shaky.
Wisdom Teeth
To dream about your wisdom teeth, indicates new or emerging knowledge. You are learning something new about yourself. Alternatively, the dream may be telling you act more smartly about a situation. Make sure to think things though.
Cavities
To dream that you have a cavity, indicates feelings of fear and insecurity over a situation. You are lacking self confidence.
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According to the dream dictionary:
To dream that you have rotten or decaying teeth, forewarns that your health and/or business is in jeopardy. You may have uttered some false or foul words and those words are coming back to haunt you.
Always trust the dream doctor ;) He is a fully trained professional - I nearly forgot, make sure you get some leaches along with the wank mags 8)
Dont agree with the dream dictionary on everything though, that stuff about false or foul words coming back to haunt you is wrong - that gives you running through treacle cannot escape type dreams..
Now, have you been to the newsagent yet?
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buy the Viz.
it's cheaper and you can perform some "self-abuse" looking at the classified ad's (or the fat slags if you prefer)
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Um...
I'm not convinced that the solution to my recurring tooth dream is more masturbation. I don't see a connection myself. I put it down to financial insecurity: the root of all weirdness.
Y'know perhaps for old times sake I might stroll down Bangor High Street and pay a visit to Pervy Parkers, the p*rnagent who could brown bag your mag' within one second of it hitting the counter; but alas he no longer works in publishing and has moved onto to hopefully bigger and thicker things for a certain DIY retailer further down the road...
Thankfully I've the terrible world of internet dalmatian p*rn at my er, fingertips to satisfy my more esoteric cravings :whistle:
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I had two dreams worth sharing this week.
On Tuesday night I called George Osborne on his mobile to express my approval that Dominic Grieve had been moved from Home to Justice only to find out he'd got me on speaker phone in the commons as an example of inapproprioate use of a mobile in a public place- I always thought he was a twat and now I know for sure.
Last night I was pulling awesome tricks on a BMX (to the sound of Motorhead wearing jeans, a white vest and no helmet :great: ...) that looked more like a Raleigh Shopper which also had no tires so I was sliding about on rims. When asked by the adoring crowd of onlookers how I had the skills to pull off such feats I shrugged and said 'I just find it easier with no tires'.. how cool am I (in my dreams :-[)
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Had a very realistic dream last night.
As you may have noticed, it is spider season at the moment - big lollopy house spiders running about the place and orb spiders making some sweet webs outside. We have a beautiful orb spider and web outside the kitchen window at the moment.
In my dream there were 7 or 8 full grown orb spiders on this web. I was amazed at this and was trying to set up my video camera to record the event - only the reflection and smeared windows were making it difficult to focus. Then a kind of thin version of a tarantula scuttled onto the web and started to eat the orb spiders. I got really excited by this and brought the whole family to watch as the big spider ate the little ones - they weren't very interested.
I still have a very vivid memory of what I saw in the dream. I keep going to look at the real web just to make sure. Got a very Old Testament feel about the whole thing.
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Had a strange climbing dream last night.
I was in the Alps with SA Chris (who I have never met in real life, I think). We were going to do a rock route that involved the usual approach up a glacier/snow field which had receded somewhat since the route was put up. This meant that instead of having a big rock ledge to gear up on, we had to sit on the top of the snow field - that bit where the sow touching the rock has melted and forms a sharp ridge with a big gap between the snow and the rock. It being early in the morning the snow was frozen hard. Whilst getting my gear out of my sack I dropped my beloved Boreal Fires down the crevasse. This meant having to scramble up to the first rock ledge in my large, floppy leather boots (Scarpa Mantas I think). This was scary and involved pulling off a lot of choss. On reaching the ledge there was a room full of leather shoes - like a gym changing room, but with slush and snow on the floor and a crap hot drinks vending machine that used poor quality plastic cups. Apparently, we were only allowed to climb the route using shoes provided in this room. The shoes were not labelled or in size order, so I had to go through them to find my size. All were too small. The shoes were a mixture of walking boots and normal men's hoes with a lot of them being dark brown brogues with leather soles; fortunately they were all too small for me. I ended up with a pair of size 10 walking boots - a bit too tight, but OK for climbing. My socks where cold and wet from the wet/slushy floor. At that point I realised that along with my rock boots I had also dropped my harness, crampons (needed for the descent) and gloves. Can't remember anything after that.
I can't remember what Chris looked like in the dream :shrug:
Just remembered that I was worrying about how to return the boots to the boot room after doing the route.
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my god you need emergency psychotherapy.
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or a new pair of shoes
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my god you need emergency psychotherapy.
How does that work? "tell me about your childhood... NOW!"
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.....that bit where the sow touching the rock .......... normal men's hoes.....
Not sure about psychotherapy, but a couple of Freudian Slips right there.
Funnily enough I dreamed the same thing! (I didn't really, but still)
Maybe it is our destiny to open a small shop hiring out inappropriate footwear and selling low quality hot drinks at the foot of a mountain somewhere.
If you build it, they will come!
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my god you need emergency psychotherapy.
How does that work? "tell me about your childhood... NOW!"
i'm afraid that i would have to charge you in order to explain.do you want me to book you in.
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Two nights in a row trying to catch a serial killer who is basing his methods and choice of victims on lyrics by Sting/The Police. Long and detailed recollection of these dreams. Details can be bought for price of a pint.
Must watch less US TV.
I can only hope that in the next episode Sting gets his tongue cut off and is then tied up and raped by a man dressed as Mr Logic (de do do do, de da da da reference)
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I dreamt the other night I was climbing something big in the Alps with my friend Mark (who I used to do regular alpine trips with, but haven't spoken to in a while). As we were nearing the top Johnny Brown and Cofe came up behind us on the last pitch, tried to overtake us and went off route (JB was leading). JB was wearing a thermal top and moaning about being cold and wanting to get into the sun and Cofe was wearing a winter jacket and moaning about being too hot and wanting to stay in the shade.
I topped out at the summit of the peak and JB topped out a dozen or so metres away and when I started belaying he said he was on the true summit, and I was on a lower one. When I pointed out the trig beacon I was belaying off and the bolt studs in the ground he said that if there were bolt studs the summit had been compromised and he was choosing to ignore it.
Fucked up.
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he said that if there were bolt studs the summit had been compromised and he was choosing to ignore it.
Amazing :2thumbsup:
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I had a dream last night about Martin Daley, Jimmy Saville and Michael Gira of The Swans in a caravan. :-\
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Holy Mother of God Ben!
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I had a dream last night about Martin Daley, Jimmy Saville and Michael Gira of The Swans in a caravan. :-\
:devil-smiley: OMG!!!
Mart's the disturbing part of that trio ;)
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Ahh that's mean Jim!
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Johnny Brown and Cofe came up behind us on the last pitch, tried to overtake us and went off route (JB was leading). JB was wearing a thermal top and moaning about being cold and wanting to get into the sun and Cofe was wearing a winter jacket and moaning about being too hot and wanting to stay in the shade.
I topped out at the summit of the peak and JB topped out a dozen or so metres away and when I started belaying he said he was on the true summit, and I was on a lower one. When I pointed out the trig beacon I was belaying off and the bolt studs in the ground he said that if there were bolt studs the summit had been compromised and he was choosing to ignore it
Amazing! Doesn't sound like me at all that, though. :-[
I too am disturbed by the thought of Martin Daley in a caravan.
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I had a dream last night about Martin Daley, Jimmy Saville and Michael Gira of The Swans in a caravan. :-\
good god
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Vivid dream last night - I was sport climbing with Jasper and Ondra. Crag was Gordale, but sandstone. Ondra said he was never climbing anywhere else again. Jasper was giving him the beta for everything and they were banging on about how great the crimps were.
there were Heiniken bottles on the ground
I found myself abbing off the top of the gorge to strip some routes using my first fig 8 descender - wearing my old Lowe Alpine rucksack which was very heavy. I wasn't wearing a chest harness, so staying upright while swinging in to remove the clips was hard work. I felt the pain/effort involved - this is probably because my back and core do actually ache.
very realistic
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interesting dream last night - bouldering with Annie Lennox at The Plantation
she had really good lank beta on everything - and hands like Ron
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interesting dream last night - bouldering with Annie Lennox at The Plantation
she had really good lank beta on everything - and hands like Ron
Was it 1984?
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no; she was old - still smiley and cool though
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It's clearly a frustration dream - at being incapable of Sandbagging 'Dolly the un-hustleable'
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He is a bit of a thorn in my side, Dolly. Don't ask me why
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interesting dream last night - bouldering with Annie Lennox at The Plantation
she had really good lank beta on everything - and hands like Ron
Sounds sweet. Who am I to disagree?
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Ha! I'd forgotten about this thread!
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I bet she climbed with good rhythm.
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I bet she climbed with good rhythm.
Like an Angel, playing with his heart...
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For once in my life I'm glad I wasn't at the plantation that day. Lennox is 'kin awful. I'll give Stewart a sarky nod for inspiring Doug Rocket, but that's it.
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For once in my life I'm glad I wasn't at the plantation that day. Lennox is 'kin awful. I'll give Stewart a sarky nod for inspiring Doug Rocket, but that's it.
How dare you!
I mean, sod the music, some of her stage outfits were critically acclaimed by many teenage boys of my generation.
Well...
Mainly the lack of outfit...
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I had a dream last night about Martin Daley, Jimmy Saville and Michael Gira of The Swans in a caravan. :-\
Good lord.
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For once in my life I'm glad I wasn't at the plantation that day. Lennox is 'kin awful. I'll give Stewart a sarky nod for inspiring Doug Rocket, but that's it.
How dare you. Aberdeen's finest musician.
Well with the Shamen, Sandi Thom and Emeli Sandi, there's not a load of competition.
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I have a lot of long detailed dreams. I only post about the ones that I think are of interest to UKB folk.
Some dreams leave me wondering about them for a few days.
The people at Black Dog Club encouraged me to write this one up.
Background - in real life I have been re-reading Edward Whymper's Scrambles Amongst The Alps. I have always likes his chapter about the Aosta Valley. In that chapter he talks about the prevalence of cretinism and goitres in the region (as well as some interesting stuff about receding glaciers).
About goitres he says
"In France, Italy and Switzerland it is an advantage to be goitred, as it secures exemption from military service. A goitre is a thing to be prized, exhibited, preserved - it is worth so much hard cash; and it is an unquestionable fact that the perpetuation of the great goitrous family is assisted by this very circumstance"
He goes on further to explain that attempts to treat goitrous children with iodine were hindered by parents' efforts to "preserve the privilege of exemption from military service" .
Whymper clearly sees this as being unfair and proposes that this exemption from military service be removed and all goitrous people capable of bearing arms be drafted into the army and "formed into regiments by themselves, brigaded together and commanded by cretins."
He's pretty enthusiastic about this. "Think what esprit de corps they would have! Who could stand against them? Who would understand their tactics?.... The subject is worthy of serious attention."
That's really in the book - I've checked
Now - my dream
In my dream someone had recently found some old papers that showed that such a regiment was actually formed after somebody in the Swiss (might have been French) army had read Whymper's ramblings. It was on the news (radio 4, obviously).
Following this, Fiend (yes, our Fiend) created a whole series of little model soldiers with goitres and started marketing them - The Goitred Battalion. He based the cretin commanders on Whymper's drawing "A Cretin of Aosta" (google it).
They were great little models of suitably disfigured 19th century peasants with shabby, ill fitting uniforms and an assortment of weapons. The paintwork was exquisite.
These models were a commercial success.
The problems came when people objected to what they saw as making fun of people's disabilities. The ensuing shitstorm was on the news (radio 4 and Guardian). People were campaigning for Fiend to be prosecuted and the models to be destroyed.
A second attack came from a group of people known as Derbyshire Neck (the group was called this and so were the individuals). They didn't want the models destroyed, but did want some payment for having similar goitres to those on the models and further payment for loss of earnings (I don't understand this bit).
Fiend valiantly defended himself with offensive language, claiming that he was celebrating disability in the past, and model fans came to his aid with messages of support.
It was discussed in parliament.
I woke up due to the anxiety of observing all the arguing.
I can still picture the models.
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That really is amazing Lagers :2thumbsup:
.. as is how much climbing is a feature of your dreams. Climbing dreams are ace - and help remind me of how much we must truly enjoy it.
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Somebody get a Kickstarter going.
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.....and that children, is why you shouldn't eat strong cheese before bed.
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This is the best thing I've read for ages! Thanks lagers, that's going to cheer me up all day.
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Whymper's drawing "A Cretin of Aosta" (google it).
Great dream Rob and a really interesting google rabbit hole!
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Whymper's drawing "A Cretin of Aosta" (google it).
Great dream Rob and a really interesting google rabbit hole!
Yup.
That was the face my son made where he realised the cookie was oat and raisin, not choc chip.
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.....and that children, is why you shouldn't eat strong cheese before bed.
I think we should all chip in a contribution to Lager’s cheese fund.
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Fiend valiantly defended himself with offensive language
:lol:
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.....and that children, is why you shouldn't eat strong cheese before bed.
I think we should all chip in a contribution to Lager’s cheese fund.
Provided we get shares in the sale of the stories to Guillermo Del Toro for his next film
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You’d make a great client Rob!
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I love that the dream that entertained me has further entertained you lot.
I'll try and write up another one that I had a few years ago.
The bad ones are fucking awful. I'll keep them off here.
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An odd, rather vivid dream last night.
I was at a climbing wall, carrying Graeme Alderson around on my back (piggyback style, legs under my arms). I couldn't see him and didn't recognise his voice at first. When he told me who it was, he started to sound like Graeme.
We kept getting in the way of people belaying and spotting. Eventually someone fell off a big traverse onto us and we fell into a pile of empty cardboard boxes.
odd
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Sounds like a standard session down Stockport wall to be fair
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(https://i.ibb.co/80ytVdp/CDA22-A1-B-C607-40-A5-A472-E03-E68-D98-DB9.jpg)
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I met jwi at Ceuse last night (he was more stacked than I imagined :-*). I did then anger him by accidentally kicking a huge block off the top of the crag, though.
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Me telling people off, that seems reasonable. But what were you doing at the top of the crag?
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Me telling people off, that seems reasonable. But what were you doing at the top of the crag?
It's January.
Skiing.
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The resort has sadly closed! The pizza men was telling us over the summer. I gather there is some local tension over what to do with the land now.
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Last night I went to try Careless Torque but couldn't have any attempts because my old Uni lecturer Nicky was traversing back and forth between NTBTA and the arete of Careless and kept saying 'one more lap before Greece'. She had no pads but was being belayed from above by Annalena Baerbock (the german foreign minister).
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good cheese was it?
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good cheese was it?
Sushi, bizarrely.
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Lots of life stress and worrying about health this week seems to be translating into some really weird dreams.
Last night LiamHutch, Fiend and myself were discussing the benefits of carrying heavy plastic shopping bags for improving drag strength. I've never met either person but they were personified by bizarre hybrids of people I work with. Liam had a small mousey face but was incredibly stacked especially on the shoulders. Fiend was sometimes bald but sometimes not and was dressed in lederhosen. He kept breaking off the conversation to tell an anecdote that my friend Cerin told me at the start of Uni about how he wanted to stop smoking but would do it after Uni because it helped him concentrate when writing papers. Fiend was also convinced that shopping bag carrying was better in the early 2000's when we had the really thin plastic bags so that the contact surface was smaller and also trained the skin, similar to training on micros but better. Liam was very angry about this and cited a study from Lattice where they found that training with a big flat plastic bag handle had just as much transfer to climbing and caused less splits.
So... Ok?
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Jesus, that's strong sushi you are smoking.
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I must confess Mischa that I wasn't well disposed to you in the old "headpointing mid-grade Peak grit & posey UKC profile pics with cute chicks" era, but in recent years I've definitely warmed a bit, and posts like that are quite endearing, especially the angry Lattice plan bit :lol:
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Clearly Fiend is wrong, you'd want as much force transfer as possible to overload the position. I'm very angry about this.
Ok, that's enough internet for one day...
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Fiend... was dressed in lederhosen.
Sounds about right ;)
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I must confess Mischa that I wasn't well disposed to you in the old "headpointing mid-grade Peak grit & posey UKC profile pics with cute chicks" era, but in recent years I've definitely warmed a bit, and posts like that are quite endearing, especially the angry Lattice plan bit :lol:
Never underestimate the cringe potential of social media, intense psyche and the arrogance of youth... :agree:
Time smooths most things out :)
(The psyche is still there)
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Clearly Fiend is wrong, you'd want as much force transfer as possible to overload the position. I'm very angry about this.
Ok, that's enough internet for one day...
Oh lord it's happening :worms:
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You’ve yet to wake up Mischa. ;)
I set the alarm on my phone to a quacking duck ages ago. Now, for the final second or two of whatever I’m dreaming about, a duck will appear and quack at me. “Why is there a duck?!” I’ll then be awake, starting the day amused at how the alarm always makes a duck appear in my dreams. I recommend it.
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A guy who I've just started coaching came to tell me he was no longer interested. He had decided instead to be coached by Michael McIntyre who was apparently a secret darkhorse who had ticked everything on southern sandstone ground up. He also told me that he'd tried my roast potato and beetroot soup recipe and didn't enjoy it because the flavour was too umami.
I then got stuck trying to cross a two lane road for the rest of the dream.
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Last night I was travelling to a climbing destination in India in my van, accompanied by a friend who was a hybrid of several people I know.
Upon reaching the crossroads between the climbing destination (unknown) and a city where we had planned to buy food, we discovered the remaining 10km of road had been replaced with a very German split bike/pedestrian pathway meaning you now had to walk 20km round trip to reach the city. One of my old scout leaders was standing on a large stone directing the flow of foot traffic as many hundreds of locals made the commute on foot or by bike.
Later I was having a conversation with Tom Randall and had the sudden realisation that moral behaviour is a choice and you can just do what you want. I told Tom this and he winked at me and whispered ‘don’t tell anyone’ before swinging away on a Bachar ladder made from lattice rungs.
Later I discovered that it was possible to use a small parachute to half walk, half fly in an entertaining fashion. It was at this point that I realised it was a lucid dream (I always fly in lucid dreams) but then got distracted by trees.
Just another Tuesday I suppose.
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haha excellent!