Tuesday sweet tuesdayI'm the most boring trouble ever.
I got really drunk at a birthday party on Tuesday. More drunk than I've been in a long time. I vaguely remember sitting in a strip club with these huge plastic sunglasses on and just laughing, violently. The lenses were so black that I couldn't see anything in there, maybe thats why I was laughing. A coworker told me that some stripper broke them and then things got ugly. All I remember after that is waking up sick and broke. Every time I think about liquor or beer I feel really sick, like in A Clockwork Orange. This will go down on my huge list of reasons why I hate strip clubs, I don't care who's birthday it is.
Also, weird things keep disappearing. People say I'm crazy, but me being crazy doesn't explain where everything goes.
Recently the pen to my Wacom tablet turned up missing. New ones on Ebay are $50 or more.
I should be receiving a lot of paint and markers in the mail soon, then I'm going to buy some panels and paint something really really big.
Dreams are cool.
The last dream I had about teeth was only about a small single tooth getting all weirdly loose. I kept putting it back in hoping it would take root and be normal again.
I'm always so happy to wake up and see I have every single one of my crooked brown teeth.
I hate those dreams where you get something new and then you wake up and you don't actually have it. I always had them when I was a kid. This morning I dreamed that my mom made enchiladas and when I woke up there was nothing but cake.
I don't like those dreams only because I'd rather still be in them, eating enchiladas and playing with all the squirt guns and new friends that don't really exist.
On occasion I have lucid dreams, or semi-lucid ones.
I know I'm dreaming and I can control things around me, but I'm usually still constrained to whatever is happening around me. I'm usually jarred into my godlike powers when I notice how crazy everything is. Flying, breathing buildings, exploding heads. Stuff like that.
Sometimes I dream about people that aren't real. They're like recurring characters. I can only ever remember a voice, specifically just words. Sometimes smells, but never faces.
I think I dream more when my life slips into a routine, like my brain is making up for all the repetitiveness. It does, and I feel happier because of it.
Repetitiveness in the workplace will sometimes give me these trance-like dreams where I'm just doing the same thing over and over and I can't wake up or make it stop. I've dreams like this about playing Starcraft and Tetris, putting on wrist bands when I worked at a water park, washing dishes or cooking food.
And there have been a few completely insane drug induced states of mind where I've convinced myself that I can pick up wireless internet but its all garbled because my brain doesn't understand the coding. Either that or I hear imaginary music that sounds like Rush on fast forward with no words.
Anybody reading this far should tell me about any good, bad or boring dreams they've had. Anything they know about dream interpretation would be nice too.
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Dreams can reveal a lot about your fears and obsessions that you may not consciously realise when you're awake, but you have to take them literally and make note of the associated emotions connected to what you are experiencing in your mind.
Something strange I experienced was that I was never afraid of heights in the waking world for a long time, but I was always terrified of the high places in my dreams. Then one day I had such a terrible dream about heights that I developed a phobia of them in the "real" world and I can no longer stand on the edge of a cliff anymore without experiencing an irrational terror... all because of a dream I had once.
I have a lot of respect for my conscious mind now.
There's one I had quite a few times when I was younger....I had on a nightgown (which is wierd because I never wear nightgowns to bed) and I went to take the first step down the stairs, but instead of actually stepping on the ground I just sort of hovered my way down. The dream would end just as I was about to land onto the metal grate at the bottom of the stairs (a cold air return I guess it was called). I sometimes got impatient and tried to rush down the stairs quickly, but I'd end up flying headfirst downwards and wake up as soon as I was about to smash my face into the metal grate. It would all go smoothly if I just relaxed.
The other one is similar in the respect that I was floating. It changes scenery each time, but I'm usually outside. I'll be walking along and then all of a sudden I'll be floating, and if I don't grab onto something I'll start to float up even farther until I'll be grasping onto the tops of streetlights and flagpoles. But the floating doesn't feel carefree or ethereal. There's this resistance almost like I'm floating in water, but there's no water. I've also had a similar dream except I was floating around in a dark-ish old house or barn or something (all I know is it had vaulted ceilings and rafters that were made of dark brown wood) and I was arranging some little dolls or toys on the edge of one of the rafters, but I kept floating away and got pissed because I had to constantly cling onto stuff.
I suppose my dreams are usually semi-lucid because I feel like I'm able to somewhat control the outcome. Like the dream when I'm floating outside...I learned to keep myself from floating up too far after ending up way at the tops of trees and panicking because I didn't know how to get down.
Oh and I had this wierd dream once where I was a street urchin kinda girl walking around in a seedy neighborhood and had awesome long dreadlocks with reddish-purple streaks. It was all going good until my dad showed up out of nowhere and handed me a plastic baggie with what appeared to be crack rock. My dad disappeared and for some reason i was stupid and I put the bag in my pocket, and then I got chased by police on foot but I could run really fast and I ended up sticking it in some wastebasket in a random building that looked like a hotel. Except all the rooms were unlocked and some just had a chair, table, and wastebasket, and others were bathrooms. I regretted not flushing the crack down the toilet, and then i was paranoid because I thought I could have some residue in my pockets but the police never caught me.
When I was way little I used to have falling dreams, about stairs and stuff, but I usually wasn't wearing a night gown.
The drugs from your dad one is crazy, kind of funny too. Unless your dad actually sells crack or something, then its kind of normal. Kind of.
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Can You Hear Me Dr. Woo?
That dream was just bizarre because I usually look like myself in my dreams, but the whole purple-streaked dreadlocks thing was just odd. I don't know why my brain decided on that.
i wanted to comment on your tooth dream. ive had this book for sometime "Dream themes, a guide to understanding your dreams" by Dr. Fiona Starr and Jonny Zucker. towards the back of the book is an index of symbolism. One of which is teeth. It states:
teeth can be symbolic of your own self respect. if your teeth fall out it could symbolize your own fear of aging or how people see you. If the roots are the focus you may be thinking about the stability of a relationship. furthermore if the roots are unhealthy you may be concerned w that relationship.
Not sure that i believe everything in that book but the point is troubles in your dreams reflect perceived (conscience or sub-conscience) troubles in your waking life. sometimes its hard to draw conclusions though.
As far as my own dream experiences. well, i had far more lucid dreams when i smoked pot regularly, imagine that. And i havn't had any notable dreams recently. ever had a dream in which you were hallucinating? that was a good one. wow!
that book has an entire ch. on lucid dreams. It gives tips to aid in lucid dreaming. basically it suggests to closely observe tasks or objects in your waking life. observe as much as you can about them including any emotion or sentimental value they may induce. then if you see the same thing in your dream you are more inclined to realize you are dreaming.
thats all i have. let me know if any of this is useful information.
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I was in the presents of a major band and the drummer has stepped out for a moment and I was asked to take his place. I remember taking a moment to test out the drum set and do some practice beats before jumping in with the band. Some of the skins on the drums were soggy and loose and wasn't able to get a definited sound out of them. Plus that and the person(maybe me in the future or the eyes of someone else) I was in didn't really know how to work the drums. A couple of taps here a couple of taps there, "OH don't forget the kick drum."
"Hey there the symbols"(CLANG-ssssss~)
I personally have never worked with drums. I've worked around them though stage-hand work, but I haven't played with the drums.
Then I woke up with a better sense of playing the drums then I have before I went to bed that night...
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Do Something! Do something, anything. NOW~!
One of them was me walking on top of a tall, flat desert mountain, sourrounded by more not so tall, flat desert like mountains, and a valley at the bottom. sometimes the valley would have a clear river in it, or not at all. but i would look at the sky and my surroundings and down at the valley. i dont remember right now if i had leaned over to far or just walked off, but i would fall, for what felt like a minute, a long time, and i would wake up, either before impact or sometimes i would hit, but i wouldn't be squished and have this crazy feeling in my gut, and then wake up.
other ones i would be in a helocopter and jump out or something.
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Is this what goes here?
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Is this what goes here?
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