Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Back!
I know Kim doesn't like to read long dream posts... but it's not my fault my dreams take up this much writing space to be told! LOL ;)
Lately, my dreams have been unintelligible, blurry and cut into pieces... I really couldn't understand what the heck I was dreaming. My explanation for this was that I was lacking calm, something perturbed me, and so I couldn't concentrate on my dreams; couldn't even reach relaxation while asleep. But something happened yesterday; something that disappointed me yet brought me at ease. Like if I had long been waiting for an answer to a question and hoped that it would be 'yes'. Then, I find out that the answer is 'no' but at least now I don't have a lingering question...? You know? Like that.
Anyway, my lucid dreams are back; better than ever I think :) Last night, I had a very interesting dream; and it was long, and it was detailed, and it was clear, and it was fun! :)
So, I share:
I was driving down an expressway. But I was burnin’ rubber big-time! At times, my car sped off the ground! I was swerving past the slower cars and through curves like it was nothing. Then I saw a copcar on some speedramp next to me. The copcar turned on its siren lights, but I kept flying; thinking that if I ignored it, the cop probably wouldn’t catch up to me anyway…
He did catch up to me. And I was gonna stop, but I’m guessing he thought I was a duke of hazard or something, ‘cause he pulled a move to stop me! There was a truck in front of me, obviously slower than me. It’s okay, ‘cause I was slowing down to stop anyway. But suddenly the truck’s brake-lights blare on, and it swerves from in front me and onto another lane. Right in front of me, another copcar is coming to a dead halt!!! I had to slam on my brakes and pull over to the shoulder.
The cop (wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and long hair) comes over to my window and opens the door and pulls my wallet from my hand! While he inspects it, he says he’s from some type of government organization from the state of Mississippi, and that I stole $20,000! I only have 5 cents on me, so he says, “It’s a shame to give you a ticket, for taking only 5 cents”. Sarcasm, obviously. He probably thought I had the money stashed somewhere.
I’m led out of my car, and I see that the two copcars have become 3 or 4. Many policemen surround the area as if it were a crime scene. While I’m standing there, handcuffed, in the middle of the road, waiting for my transport (to wherever it is they’re taking me), I spot a roll of dollar bills on the asphalt. I ask the cops if anyone’s dropped some money. And they laugh and tell me that it’s a prank (funny-money). I recognize some 20’s and some 10’s in the roll, and even some have blank backs to them, but others seem to be real. So, I ask, “It isn’t … an FBI prank… is it?”. I ask this because I figured these guys were Feds and they place the fake money to try and test people. To try and test me if I’d take the money or not (me being a money-laundering scoundrel an’ all LOL). They say “No”, so I happily reach down to pick it up (almost sure that some bills in there are real). One of the officers stops me and laughs mockingly, “Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.” I think to myself, “Asshole…”
Right then, a mass of cops, pushing and shoving, made its way towards me. I noticed that in the middle of it all, was a large man with a bald head and bright green eyes. He was the one being pushed and shoved by the mass. When the cops reached me, I was engulfed and pushed along. It was then I saw a truck parked on the other side of me. I hadn’t noticed when it had gotten there. The truckbed was a glass box. Me, the bald man, and some woman (that looks like a black-haired version of the actress Chloë Sevigny) are dragged into the box. The box is divided into 3 glass cells. Two are the same size and are perfect squares. Next to them, the third room is a rectangle, that is smaller than the two squares put together. I’m in the rectangle, which is as wide as me, so I can only walk forward and back. But I can’t walk! Two cops go in there with me, taking up all the rest of the space! In front of me, a large black man with a tie and button-up shirt. In front of him, the dude that stopped me and arrested me (the one with the leather jacket). The bald man and the woman were placed in the other 2 cages. The woman ended up next to me, and the bald man to the front, next to the cops (but I could still see him).
The box of the truckbed began to rise, like an elevator, and soon we were hundreds of feet in the air. Caged. Trapped. Jailed. And the truck started moving, towards its destination. I tried to make conversation with the woman. She looked like she was tough and jagged, but wore a sad face. And no matter what I said to her, she didn’t talk back. But I kept trying. Finally, she said something like “Are you gonna shut up sometime soon?”. And I was like, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was bothering you. I thought I was talking to myself. In fact, until I heard you, I thought these were sound-proof walls! Because, even if you were silent, I could have sworn I saw your lips moving… trying to be a polite person… and make conversation with me…”
“Why do you want to make conversation? What’s there to talk about? Look at us! We’re screwed!”, she replied.
“We can talk about anything”, I said, “To keep our minds off this”
“You’re scared, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes…”
“Ha! How do you expect to survive like this, in prison? You see that guy there? Those big guys eat scared little guys like you, for breakfast, in prison!”
“He won’t be a problem…”
“Really…?”
“No one harms Mafia bosses”
“And you’re a Mafia boss!?”
“No… but I’m an actor! I can do a Mafia boss!”
The woman laughed contentedly. I had made her laugh. And the big bald man had released a warm smile. He wasn’t as mean as he looked, it seemed.
The truck stopped. The leather-jacket-cop took the woman and the bald man out. And the shirt-n-tie cop used a machine (that looked like an ATM, with videophone monitor) to contact the bank. The cop checked some sort of balance, that read: $20,000. And the bank manager on the screen looked pale, “I do not like dealing with your type of people”. Then, the cop left me! Up there, all alone, in a claustrophobic box of glass… apparently to serve my undeserved sentence!
Suddenly, from below, I see a young man doing acrobatics, climbing the mechanism that raised the glass box… He was coming to me! As he got closer, I recognized him. Long loose black hair… eyeglasses… He was ME!!! Except, he looked a lot more fit than I was; his muscles working as he hopped from shaft to shaft to reach my towering glass box. Some other things were different. He was wearing a green shirt (with a written message I couldn’t read) and I was wearing a black shirt with a picture of Tazmanian Devil. He also held a small red flower in one hand. I didn’t. His long hair was wet, unlike mine. But it was me alright. “Hi!”, he said to me, when he reached me, “You gotta go! Get out now! Quickly! They’re coming!”
“What are you talking about?”, I was a bit scared, “How are you me? You can’t be me!”
“You have to get out, and I need to get in!”, he explained, “The cage has a sensor and will set off the alarm as soon as it realizes you’re not in it. So, I’ll get in it, in place of you. And you gotta go find the cop that arrested you, to let him know what you saw! Let him know that his partner is corrupt and he’s got the 20,000 dollars! Go! Now!”
“But if I leave, the alarm will sound! You can’t take my place! You’re not me!”
“Just trust me! I AM you! You’ll see.”
So, we switched places (without the alarm going off), and I left him up there in the glass cage, while I climbed down, with no idea how to find my arresting officer…
When I reached the streets, I walked 2 blocks, looking for a police station. The street was dark and empty, like a backalley; except it was a wide street, with many establishments (closed) around. It started to rain. My hair was getting wet. I started to tie my hair back in a tail, but a police car (from out of nowhere) shone its siren lights, and sped towards me! The jolt from the startle made me snap my hairband, and my wet hair remained loose behind me.
Before the copcar could pull up beside me, I had run inside the nearest building. It was a spire with no doors; only sets of winding stairs leading to the top. Everything inside (the walls and the stairs) was of a beige/peach color. So I decided to take off my shirt so my skin color could camouflage inside the spire… but underneath my black Taz shirt, I was wearing a green shirt with a message! So I kept the shirt. No time left to dawdle! The cops had come inside the building. It was my arresting officer… and his partner!
I ran (climbed), forgetting the camouflage idea; just climb! “You gotta listen to me!”, I pleaded with the cops, “Don’t shoot! Just listen!”. Sure enough, they started shooting at me. I found out that (as is usual in dreams) running was difficult, and I was climbing the stairs very, very, very slowly. So I decided to do something unusual instead! I’d climb the handrails! I’d jump from handrail to handrail, gymnasting my way to the top. Sure enough, the plan worked! I was climbing with such agility and speed (jumping around like a monkey), I got enough advantage from them, to be able to look back every once in a while. And it was this way, that I saw that only the cop with the shirt-n-tie had his gun drawn!!! “Bastard…”
Every time I climbed up, jumping and skipping the stairs, set by set, I felt my muscles flexing and my strength growing. Quite a work-out. In fact, the higher I got, the more speed I picked up! Finally, I reached the top. There was a hatch door, nothing more.
“Now you’re trapped!”, the shirt-n-tie cop yelled.
“Stop shooting at me!”, I yelled back, angrily.
“If you were inside your cell, you wouldn’t get shot at!”, the leather-jacket cop said.
“I just wanna talk!”, I said.
“Well you can talk when you’re back inside your cage!”, the leather-jacket cop replied.
The shirt-n-tie cop shot at me again. I opened up the hatch door, and climbed through.
I found myself in a beautiful yellow room, filled with pots and vases; all over the floor, and on wall-shelves, and hanging from the ceiling… They all had flowers. Red flowers. It was a greenhouse flower-garden and I immediately saw a way out; the ceiling-window directly overhead of me. I grabbed a flowerpot, took the flower, and used the pot to throw it at the ceiling-window; shattering it.
I climbed outside, to the top of the tower. From up there, the cool wind hit my face, and I could see in the distance, at that same altitude, a glass cage held up high in the air. A guy in a black shirt was inside it.
I could still hear the cops climbing. They were still behind me. “Get back in your cage, criminal!”, the cop with shirt-n-tie, yelled from below.
With the flower in my hand, I looked to the distance… and knew what I had done… and what I had to do.
Roob'n
I know Kim doesn't like to read long dream posts... but it's not my fault my dreams take up this much writing space to be told! LOL ;)
Lately, my dreams have been unintelligible, blurry and cut into pieces... I really couldn't understand what the heck I was dreaming. My explanation for this was that I was lacking calm, something perturbed me, and so I couldn't concentrate on my dreams; couldn't even reach relaxation while asleep. But something happened yesterday; something that disappointed me yet brought me at ease. Like if I had long been waiting for an answer to a question and hoped that it would be 'yes'. Then, I find out that the answer is 'no' but at least now I don't have a lingering question...? You know? Like that.
Anyway, my lucid dreams are back; better than ever I think :) Last night, I had a very interesting dream; and it was long, and it was detailed, and it was clear, and it was fun! :)
So, I share:
I was driving down an expressway. But I was burnin’ rubber big-time! At times, my car sped off the ground! I was swerving past the slower cars and through curves like it was nothing. Then I saw a copcar on some speedramp next to me. The copcar turned on its siren lights, but I kept flying; thinking that if I ignored it, the cop probably wouldn’t catch up to me anyway…
He did catch up to me. And I was gonna stop, but I’m guessing he thought I was a duke of hazard or something, ‘cause he pulled a move to stop me! There was a truck in front of me, obviously slower than me. It’s okay, ‘cause I was slowing down to stop anyway. But suddenly the truck’s brake-lights blare on, and it swerves from in front me and onto another lane. Right in front of me, another copcar is coming to a dead halt!!! I had to slam on my brakes and pull over to the shoulder.
The cop (wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and long hair) comes over to my window and opens the door and pulls my wallet from my hand! While he inspects it, he says he’s from some type of government organization from the state of Mississippi, and that I stole $20,000! I only have 5 cents on me, so he says, “It’s a shame to give you a ticket, for taking only 5 cents”. Sarcasm, obviously. He probably thought I had the money stashed somewhere.
I’m led out of my car, and I see that the two copcars have become 3 or 4. Many policemen surround the area as if it were a crime scene. While I’m standing there, handcuffed, in the middle of the road, waiting for my transport (to wherever it is they’re taking me), I spot a roll of dollar bills on the asphalt. I ask the cops if anyone’s dropped some money. And they laugh and tell me that it’s a prank (funny-money). I recognize some 20’s and some 10’s in the roll, and even some have blank backs to them, but others seem to be real. So, I ask, “It isn’t … an FBI prank… is it?”. I ask this because I figured these guys were Feds and they place the fake money to try and test people. To try and test me if I’d take the money or not (me being a money-laundering scoundrel an’ all LOL). They say “No”, so I happily reach down to pick it up (almost sure that some bills in there are real). One of the officers stops me and laughs mockingly, “Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.” I think to myself, “Asshole…”
Right then, a mass of cops, pushing and shoving, made its way towards me. I noticed that in the middle of it all, was a large man with a bald head and bright green eyes. He was the one being pushed and shoved by the mass. When the cops reached me, I was engulfed and pushed along. It was then I saw a truck parked on the other side of me. I hadn’t noticed when it had gotten there. The truckbed was a glass box. Me, the bald man, and some woman (that looks like a black-haired version of the actress Chloë Sevigny) are dragged into the box. The box is divided into 3 glass cells. Two are the same size and are perfect squares. Next to them, the third room is a rectangle, that is smaller than the two squares put together. I’m in the rectangle, which is as wide as me, so I can only walk forward and back. But I can’t walk! Two cops go in there with me, taking up all the rest of the space! In front of me, a large black man with a tie and button-up shirt. In front of him, the dude that stopped me and arrested me (the one with the leather jacket). The bald man and the woman were placed in the other 2 cages. The woman ended up next to me, and the bald man to the front, next to the cops (but I could still see him).
The box of the truckbed began to rise, like an elevator, and soon we were hundreds of feet in the air. Caged. Trapped. Jailed. And the truck started moving, towards its destination. I tried to make conversation with the woman. She looked like she was tough and jagged, but wore a sad face. And no matter what I said to her, she didn’t talk back. But I kept trying. Finally, she said something like “Are you gonna shut up sometime soon?”. And I was like, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was bothering you. I thought I was talking to myself. In fact, until I heard you, I thought these were sound-proof walls! Because, even if you were silent, I could have sworn I saw your lips moving… trying to be a polite person… and make conversation with me…”
“Why do you want to make conversation? What’s there to talk about? Look at us! We’re screwed!”, she replied.
“We can talk about anything”, I said, “To keep our minds off this”
“You’re scared, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes…”
“Ha! How do you expect to survive like this, in prison? You see that guy there? Those big guys eat scared little guys like you, for breakfast, in prison!”
“He won’t be a problem…”
“Really…?”
“No one harms Mafia bosses”
“And you’re a Mafia boss!?”
“No… but I’m an actor! I can do a Mafia boss!”
The woman laughed contentedly. I had made her laugh. And the big bald man had released a warm smile. He wasn’t as mean as he looked, it seemed.
The truck stopped. The leather-jacket-cop took the woman and the bald man out. And the shirt-n-tie cop used a machine (that looked like an ATM, with videophone monitor) to contact the bank. The cop checked some sort of balance, that read: $20,000. And the bank manager on the screen looked pale, “I do not like dealing with your type of people”. Then, the cop left me! Up there, all alone, in a claustrophobic box of glass… apparently to serve my undeserved sentence!
Suddenly, from below, I see a young man doing acrobatics, climbing the mechanism that raised the glass box… He was coming to me! As he got closer, I recognized him. Long loose black hair… eyeglasses… He was ME!!! Except, he looked a lot more fit than I was; his muscles working as he hopped from shaft to shaft to reach my towering glass box. Some other things were different. He was wearing a green shirt (with a written message I couldn’t read) and I was wearing a black shirt with a picture of Tazmanian Devil. He also held a small red flower in one hand. I didn’t. His long hair was wet, unlike mine. But it was me alright. “Hi!”, he said to me, when he reached me, “You gotta go! Get out now! Quickly! They’re coming!”
“What are you talking about?”, I was a bit scared, “How are you me? You can’t be me!”
“You have to get out, and I need to get in!”, he explained, “The cage has a sensor and will set off the alarm as soon as it realizes you’re not in it. So, I’ll get in it, in place of you. And you gotta go find the cop that arrested you, to let him know what you saw! Let him know that his partner is corrupt and he’s got the 20,000 dollars! Go! Now!”
“But if I leave, the alarm will sound! You can’t take my place! You’re not me!”
“Just trust me! I AM you! You’ll see.”
So, we switched places (without the alarm going off), and I left him up there in the glass cage, while I climbed down, with no idea how to find my arresting officer…
When I reached the streets, I walked 2 blocks, looking for a police station. The street was dark and empty, like a backalley; except it was a wide street, with many establishments (closed) around. It started to rain. My hair was getting wet. I started to tie my hair back in a tail, but a police car (from out of nowhere) shone its siren lights, and sped towards me! The jolt from the startle made me snap my hairband, and my wet hair remained loose behind me.
Before the copcar could pull up beside me, I had run inside the nearest building. It was a spire with no doors; only sets of winding stairs leading to the top. Everything inside (the walls and the stairs) was of a beige/peach color. So I decided to take off my shirt so my skin color could camouflage inside the spire… but underneath my black Taz shirt, I was wearing a green shirt with a message! So I kept the shirt. No time left to dawdle! The cops had come inside the building. It was my arresting officer… and his partner!
I ran (climbed), forgetting the camouflage idea; just climb! “You gotta listen to me!”, I pleaded with the cops, “Don’t shoot! Just listen!”. Sure enough, they started shooting at me. I found out that (as is usual in dreams) running was difficult, and I was climbing the stairs very, very, very slowly. So I decided to do something unusual instead! I’d climb the handrails! I’d jump from handrail to handrail, gymnasting my way to the top. Sure enough, the plan worked! I was climbing with such agility and speed (jumping around like a monkey), I got enough advantage from them, to be able to look back every once in a while. And it was this way, that I saw that only the cop with the shirt-n-tie had his gun drawn!!! “Bastard…”
Every time I climbed up, jumping and skipping the stairs, set by set, I felt my muscles flexing and my strength growing. Quite a work-out. In fact, the higher I got, the more speed I picked up! Finally, I reached the top. There was a hatch door, nothing more.
“Now you’re trapped!”, the shirt-n-tie cop yelled.
“Stop shooting at me!”, I yelled back, angrily.
“If you were inside your cell, you wouldn’t get shot at!”, the leather-jacket cop said.
“I just wanna talk!”, I said.
“Well you can talk when you’re back inside your cage!”, the leather-jacket cop replied.
The shirt-n-tie cop shot at me again. I opened up the hatch door, and climbed through.
I found myself in a beautiful yellow room, filled with pots and vases; all over the floor, and on wall-shelves, and hanging from the ceiling… They all had flowers. Red flowers. It was a greenhouse flower-garden and I immediately saw a way out; the ceiling-window directly overhead of me. I grabbed a flowerpot, took the flower, and used the pot to throw it at the ceiling-window; shattering it.
I climbed outside, to the top of the tower. From up there, the cool wind hit my face, and I could see in the distance, at that same altitude, a glass cage held up high in the air. A guy in a black shirt was inside it.
I could still hear the cops climbing. They were still behind me. “Get back in your cage, criminal!”, the cop with shirt-n-tie, yelled from below.
With the flower in my hand, I looked to the distance… and knew what I had done… and what I had to do.
Roob'n
Friday, December 27, 2002
Connections
On the night of the 26th, perhaps at the same exact moment, you and I shared a valuable experience.
That moment of peace, that moment of clarity. We are illuminated by our light, but inspired by the one of the stars.
While you were looking up... I was looking down. But I, too, saw stars. And I, too, felt my presence in the world as vividly as we all do, in those moments, that we find ourselves, looking at our lives, through the stars.
Two good friends from my theater group accompanied me to the Fluorescent Bay in Lajas, Puerto Rico, that night. It was a night I had reserved for myself, to relax, to escape... But I allowed myself to be surrounded by people I am growing to love, and hopefully they can love me too. They're not family like your family, Kim, but they are family in a certain way. Good friends... are friends that flush the toilet for you when you don't know how to work it, and can bump your car against a curb and you can have a laugh at it... Good friends... are friends that accompany you in times when you were planning to be lonely, and instead make your relaxing and escaping experience, a wonderful joyride with happy memories and warm hugs. Family... is good friends. :)
So we get to Lajas, and we get on the Fondo de Cristal III (The Glass-Floored III), and we ride the ferry down the bay. Of course, worthy of its name, the boat has spots with floors of glass, so people can see the microorganisms that live under the water and that glow in the dark. I saw spots, flickering lights. It was like looking at the stars! I was looking down, and I could see the beauty of this particular piece of nature, where microorganisms become tiny specks of light that flash under you. And when the boat moved fast enough, some of these glowie thingies looked like shooting stars.
I felt happy. I seldom do. But I knew that it's the little things like that, that makes it worthwhile to smile. And I did. I smiled.
So I believe there was a connection there, Kim, between you and me. You wish for peace to exist for one fleeting moment in this world. Well, know that for that fleeting moment, there was peace in that remote spot off the coast of Lajas, Puerto Rico. And that's a start, isn't it? :) I wish I could type out what I dreamt that night, but I don't remember. I had 2 dreams: a nightmare, and a pleasant dream. I woke up startled during my sleep once (the nightmare) but I don't remember why. When I woke up at the end of my sleep, I was in a very good mood, but I don't remember what I dreamt. I'm sure I went back to that fleeting moment of peace. Perhaps I flew through stars and swam with glowing microorganisms; and it was such a wonderful feeling, such a beautiful dream, such a marvelous calm state of being... that my mind automatically hides it from my memory. Because the feeling is special; it's a part of me that I should keep to myself. And even if I can't remember the dream, I know it was there, and I can dream again. :)
I, too, wish peace and love, and good tidings and good night, all over the world. May all beauty be in dreams, and may all dreams come true.
With lots of love,
microorganism-gazer... signing off ;)
Roob'n
On the night of the 26th, perhaps at the same exact moment, you and I shared a valuable experience.
That moment of peace, that moment of clarity. We are illuminated by our light, but inspired by the one of the stars.
While you were looking up... I was looking down. But I, too, saw stars. And I, too, felt my presence in the world as vividly as we all do, in those moments, that we find ourselves, looking at our lives, through the stars.
Two good friends from my theater group accompanied me to the Fluorescent Bay in Lajas, Puerto Rico, that night. It was a night I had reserved for myself, to relax, to escape... But I allowed myself to be surrounded by people I am growing to love, and hopefully they can love me too. They're not family like your family, Kim, but they are family in a certain way. Good friends... are friends that flush the toilet for you when you don't know how to work it, and can bump your car against a curb and you can have a laugh at it... Good friends... are friends that accompany you in times when you were planning to be lonely, and instead make your relaxing and escaping experience, a wonderful joyride with happy memories and warm hugs. Family... is good friends. :)
So we get to Lajas, and we get on the Fondo de Cristal III (The Glass-Floored III), and we ride the ferry down the bay. Of course, worthy of its name, the boat has spots with floors of glass, so people can see the microorganisms that live under the water and that glow in the dark. I saw spots, flickering lights. It was like looking at the stars! I was looking down, and I could see the beauty of this particular piece of nature, where microorganisms become tiny specks of light that flash under you. And when the boat moved fast enough, some of these glowie thingies looked like shooting stars.
I felt happy. I seldom do. But I knew that it's the little things like that, that makes it worthwhile to smile. And I did. I smiled.
So I believe there was a connection there, Kim, between you and me. You wish for peace to exist for one fleeting moment in this world. Well, know that for that fleeting moment, there was peace in that remote spot off the coast of Lajas, Puerto Rico. And that's a start, isn't it? :) I wish I could type out what I dreamt that night, but I don't remember. I had 2 dreams: a nightmare, and a pleasant dream. I woke up startled during my sleep once (the nightmare) but I don't remember why. When I woke up at the end of my sleep, I was in a very good mood, but I don't remember what I dreamt. I'm sure I went back to that fleeting moment of peace. Perhaps I flew through stars and swam with glowing microorganisms; and it was such a wonderful feeling, such a beautiful dream, such a marvelous calm state of being... that my mind automatically hides it from my memory. Because the feeling is special; it's a part of me that I should keep to myself. And even if I can't remember the dream, I know it was there, and I can dream again. :)
I, too, wish peace and love, and good tidings and good night, all over the world. May all beauty be in dreams, and may all dreams come true.
With lots of love,
microorganism-gazer... signing off ;)
Roob'n
Monday, December 23, 2002
The Holidays
Things are not very Christmasey over here yet... other than my grandma, grandpa, and godmother having stayed over :D I got early pressies from them, and have spent good times reminiscing Christmastime with them as a child :) But they're around visiting other relatives now, so it's back to "vacation time with nothing to do" LOL
I've bought pressies for some of my friends :) I wonder when I'll see them and give 'em to them! :)
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Thanks for speaking up about my dream, Kim :) Let's see, I didn't hate her or her dog... so maybe it was something about death, you say? What do you mean by that, Kim? Me, bringing death to someone? Maybe I'm just scared of scary hostile dogs LOL Whaddaya think? ;) But I'm interested in the whole "death" symbolism thing... Expand :D
Roob'n
Things are not very Christmasey over here yet... other than my grandma, grandpa, and godmother having stayed over :D I got early pressies from them, and have spent good times reminiscing Christmastime with them as a child :) But they're around visiting other relatives now, so it's back to "vacation time with nothing to do" LOL
I've bought pressies for some of my friends :) I wonder when I'll see them and give 'em to them! :)
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Thanks for speaking up about my dream, Kim :) Let's see, I didn't hate her or her dog... so maybe it was something about death, you say? What do you mean by that, Kim? Me, bringing death to someone? Maybe I'm just scared of scary hostile dogs LOL Whaddaya think? ;) But I'm interested in the whole "death" symbolism thing... Expand :D
Roob'n
Sunday, December 22, 2002
Dog Dream
I went to a friend's house, yesterday, for the first time... and last night, I dreamt about it! LOL
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I was at his house and I had brought my dogs to play with his dogs... and suddenly my friend Amanda (from Alabama - Hi! :) ) is with us, and her little dog too!!!! Now, in real life, her dog is dead...
Anyway, while playing with the dogs, one of my friend's dogs bites me! It jumps up to my arm and wraps its jaws around my forearm; the rest of its body dangles from it. Its legs are kicking and it is snarling as I scream for my friend to call it or something! Somehow get it off me!!! But at the same time, he's screaming "What are you doing to my dog!???! Get him off you!!!" ... So I turn to Amanda for help, and she is reluctant at first but she helps me in trying to pull the jaws apart to slide my arm out of its mouth. The jaws don't budge much, only a little, and Amanda doesn't wanna help anymore. She lets go and the dog bites down harder! I plead with Amanda to help one more time, "We just need to open its jaws a little bit, so I can slide it down to my wrist, then its grip won't be as tight". I even showed her my wrist, to prove its thinness ;) The bite didn't really hurt... at all, actually... but there was blood, and the overwhelming panicked urge to get the dog off my arm.
When Amanda still refused to help me (she seemed way too scared LOL), I did it on my own. I pulled on the dog's lower jaw, and suddenly it cracked!!! It became wobbly while the dog howled, and its body wiggled under my arm. My friend was crying and yelling, "You killed my dog! You killed my dog!". And in fact, he was dying. The dog was now silent and the wiggling became slower. A lot of blood had gushed out from its mouth, but its jaws were loose from me now. Out of pity, I waited until the dog finally died, to pull its top fangs from my arm... and I handed the dead dog to my friend.
I rushed to the hospital, or the hospital was rushed to me! But it wasn't a hospital. It was a school; resembling the university I used to go to, in Alabama. Except these hallways were dim, and gloomy...
I went to class... And that's it...
Roob'n
I went to a friend's house, yesterday, for the first time... and last night, I dreamt about it! LOL
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I was at his house and I had brought my dogs to play with his dogs... and suddenly my friend Amanda (from Alabama - Hi! :) ) is with us, and her little dog too!!!! Now, in real life, her dog is dead...
Anyway, while playing with the dogs, one of my friend's dogs bites me! It jumps up to my arm and wraps its jaws around my forearm; the rest of its body dangles from it. Its legs are kicking and it is snarling as I scream for my friend to call it or something! Somehow get it off me!!! But at the same time, he's screaming "What are you doing to my dog!???! Get him off you!!!" ... So I turn to Amanda for help, and she is reluctant at first but she helps me in trying to pull the jaws apart to slide my arm out of its mouth. The jaws don't budge much, only a little, and Amanda doesn't wanna help anymore. She lets go and the dog bites down harder! I plead with Amanda to help one more time, "We just need to open its jaws a little bit, so I can slide it down to my wrist, then its grip won't be as tight". I even showed her my wrist, to prove its thinness ;) The bite didn't really hurt... at all, actually... but there was blood, and the overwhelming panicked urge to get the dog off my arm.
When Amanda still refused to help me (she seemed way too scared LOL), I did it on my own. I pulled on the dog's lower jaw, and suddenly it cracked!!! It became wobbly while the dog howled, and its body wiggled under my arm. My friend was crying and yelling, "You killed my dog! You killed my dog!". And in fact, he was dying. The dog was now silent and the wiggling became slower. A lot of blood had gushed out from its mouth, but its jaws were loose from me now. Out of pity, I waited until the dog finally died, to pull its top fangs from my arm... and I handed the dead dog to my friend.
I rushed to the hospital, or the hospital was rushed to me! But it wasn't a hospital. It was a school; resembling the university I used to go to, in Alabama. Except these hallways were dim, and gloomy...
I went to class... And that's it...
Roob'n
Monday, December 16, 2002
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
:D
Kim,
I think you should really post that poetry you've been working on :) We've been waiting for it for quite a while, and I think we deserve some of that creative beauty :)
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
:D
Kim,
I think you should really post that poetry you've been working on :) We've been waiting for it for quite a while, and I think we deserve some of that creative beauty :)
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
Poem, Kim!
:D
Recent Dreams:
I had 2 dreams inside a movie theater, the past couple o' nights. Both inside the same one. I go in there a lot, in my dreams, but I always hate it. Because I always end up having to go to the cinemas of way in the back, where the hallways keep getting thinner and thinner (at parts where not more than one person could walk through at a time) PLUS they don’t mark them properly (so I always end up stepping into the wrong movie)…
Anyway, the first dream consists of me, standing in line to buy my ticket. Then, two snakes come slithering towards me, to attack me! I grab the snakes from the ground and sling them over my head, and toss them away. But then someone screams, “Snakes! Snakes inside the movie theater!” And people start panicking. I decide to go in there to get the snakes out, ‘cause I figure it’s the snakes I threw, that must have somehow landed inside the movie theater. BUT I don’t have my movie ticket, and I’m still way back in the line… SO, I run towards the wall of the building, hoping to turn myself invisible so no one can see me sneaking in, and at the same time (for some reason… don’t ask me!) by being invisible, I can walk through the wall! So I lose visibility and solidity; like turning into a ghost! Usually, it works for me easily in dreams (like flying to run away from danger); and it worked in this one! I walked right through the wall; and no one saw me. Once inside the movies, I went into a cinema and I started looking for the snakes. The cinema was empty, but a movie was playing. I figured it must have been evacuated, so the snakes would be there. I found that it wasn’t completely empty! A man and his son were still there; still watching the movie. The man had black curly hair and a beard. I’d never seen him before in my life, but he looked like he could be from the middle east (snake charmer, maybe?). Anyway, I asked him where the snakes were; and he said there were no snakes in there, but he was glad I was there because he wanted to show me something. He and his son left their seats, and I was asked to follow them out of the cinema. I did. To where? I don’t know. I woke up… Without finding the snakes, of course.
The second dream started with me already inside the cinema. I was watching a movie; and in the movie, someone gets chased by a bull. Suddenly, a bull runs down the aisle of the seats inside the movie theater towards the movie screen! And then a woman in the movie gets approached by a cautious tiger… And a group of people bring in a tiger and a lion, inside the movie theater! They hold the animals by collar and chains and walk them in between the row of seats, and say this is all part of the show… I get scared and say I want to leave, but they tell me that I should stay calm and don’t move; if I don’t stay put, in my seat, the animals will attack. I watch as the tiger strolls by the people in the row in front of me. Then the lion is brought forth to pass through MY row! LOL It’s difficult to describe the fear I felt when I felt his breath near, and I felt its fur brush against my leg as it passed… but nothing happened. I remained calm, and the lion didn’t attack. Looking back, I think the dream was kinda cool! LOL ;) But at that moment, I was definitely like: Okay, gotta wake up now! ;)
Roob’n
I had 2 dreams inside a movie theater, the past couple o' nights. Both inside the same one. I go in there a lot, in my dreams, but I always hate it. Because I always end up having to go to the cinemas of way in the back, where the hallways keep getting thinner and thinner (at parts where not more than one person could walk through at a time) PLUS they don’t mark them properly (so I always end up stepping into the wrong movie)…
Anyway, the first dream consists of me, standing in line to buy my ticket. Then, two snakes come slithering towards me, to attack me! I grab the snakes from the ground and sling them over my head, and toss them away. But then someone screams, “Snakes! Snakes inside the movie theater!” And people start panicking. I decide to go in there to get the snakes out, ‘cause I figure it’s the snakes I threw, that must have somehow landed inside the movie theater. BUT I don’t have my movie ticket, and I’m still way back in the line… SO, I run towards the wall of the building, hoping to turn myself invisible so no one can see me sneaking in, and at the same time (for some reason… don’t ask me!) by being invisible, I can walk through the wall! So I lose visibility and solidity; like turning into a ghost! Usually, it works for me easily in dreams (like flying to run away from danger); and it worked in this one! I walked right through the wall; and no one saw me. Once inside the movies, I went into a cinema and I started looking for the snakes. The cinema was empty, but a movie was playing. I figured it must have been evacuated, so the snakes would be there. I found that it wasn’t completely empty! A man and his son were still there; still watching the movie. The man had black curly hair and a beard. I’d never seen him before in my life, but he looked like he could be from the middle east (snake charmer, maybe?). Anyway, I asked him where the snakes were; and he said there were no snakes in there, but he was glad I was there because he wanted to show me something. He and his son left their seats, and I was asked to follow them out of the cinema. I did. To where? I don’t know. I woke up… Without finding the snakes, of course.
The second dream started with me already inside the cinema. I was watching a movie; and in the movie, someone gets chased by a bull. Suddenly, a bull runs down the aisle of the seats inside the movie theater towards the movie screen! And then a woman in the movie gets approached by a cautious tiger… And a group of people bring in a tiger and a lion, inside the movie theater! They hold the animals by collar and chains and walk them in between the row of seats, and say this is all part of the show… I get scared and say I want to leave, but they tell me that I should stay calm and don’t move; if I don’t stay put, in my seat, the animals will attack. I watch as the tiger strolls by the people in the row in front of me. Then the lion is brought forth to pass through MY row! LOL It’s difficult to describe the fear I felt when I felt his breath near, and I felt its fur brush against my leg as it passed… but nothing happened. I remained calm, and the lion didn’t attack. Looking back, I think the dream was kinda cool! LOL ;) But at that moment, I was definitely like: Okay, gotta wake up now! ;)
Roob’n
Saturday, December 07, 2002
LOL Heh, I liked number 6 :)
I was busy with the finals of the semester... but now my load has lessened...
Maybe I'll poke my head in this place a little more often now... ;) :p
Roob'n
I was busy with the finals of the semester... but now my load has lessened...
Maybe I'll poke my head in this place a little more often now... ;) :p
Roob'n
