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Offline Alex Lou

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #390 on: June 17, 2010, 08:17:13 PM »
A.L.  OMG.   :eek2:
that just affected me... as we're expecting a daughter at the end of this month... 
Congratulations! :D 

I'm sorry that my dream disturbed you.  The maternal mortality rate in the US is actually only about 1 per 10,000.  It's still a bit scary though, huh?

Walking on water!   :goodjob: That's been a goal of mine for a very long time!
You can do it!


I slept for 15 hours last night.  :shakehead:

Wolves in some futuristic alien world.  Pine forest covered in snow and complicated politics.  It's a bleak landscape, muffled in quiet.  I'm some kind of warrior.  Fighting for my cause, changing strategy as new details are revealed to me.  Different camps with various people.  My brother's there fighting by my side, complaining about his dog that the wolves killed.  Dream reentry at some point.

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #391 on: June 24, 2010, 07:44:02 PM »
I wonder if sleeping every other day is a viable option for humans long-term.  I seem to get more done that way.


The pain my android follower goes through to get the chip . . .  I didn't know that they could be injured that way.  So severe, I don't know if his wounds will heal.  I just hope that our struggle will amount to the change we seek, that with the tools we've gathered we will be able to save the country from which we're exiled from that ruinous financial system. The old one shows me how to conceal the presence of the the diamond in a piece of clay.  It was so small that I couldn't see it to begin with, but there are those who will be able to detect it when I cross the border, sneak into the capital to carry out our plans. 

Our preparations are almost complete.  It won't be long before I walk in the desert city under the low-hanging fruit trees.  And I know that if I cannot convince the prince, then I must kill him . . . all of our fates depend on this, all of these people.  My companions have absolute faith that I will do this.  And yet the prince, my prince, although I've never met him, may be more important to me than everything else . . . even if he chooses evil, even if he is evil.  So as I walk away from my friends (the android, the old one, the others) and across the water, I know that their princess may not choose them.

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #392 on: June 24, 2010, 08:01:43 PM »
I wonder if sleeping every other day is a viable option for humans long-term.  I seem to get more done that way.

Get more done, but what is the quality of what gets done?

I'll bet you can go a good long while that way though, probably while crushing your immune system and state of mind over the long term.

It is an interesting question.  When I lose a night's sleep, it takes me days to recover.
What truly matters is not built of right and wrong; but of grace, and of love.

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #393 on: June 24, 2010, 10:10:16 PM »
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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #394 on: June 26, 2010, 12:33:06 AM »
...a-are you sure they were putting the chip in correctly? Like they weren't holding the manual upside-down?

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #395 on: October 01, 2010, 01:11:13 AM »
So . . . not taking an interest in my dreams makes my dreams less interesting.

I knew that.   ::)  <---this smiley rolls it's eyes a lot faster than I remember.

How to get back started again?  I'm having this problem where I remember dreams vividly in the morning but have forgotten several hours later.  I've heard people say this happens, but it didn't used to happen to me.

I do remember my dreams from this morning.  In one Armored Bore was embarrassing me.  :'(  In the other I was drawing, and read the name that I wrote on the drawing.  And I was really looking at the letters and they were all there, like in a lucid dream.   :content:

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #396 on: October 01, 2010, 06:04:16 AM »
I made that transition long ago, from effortlessly remembering my dreams to it being a struggle.  The struggle's worth it, whether you get back to where you were or not.  Your dreams are worth the effort.

What truly matters is not built of right and wrong; but of grace, and of love.

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« Reply #397 on: October 02, 2010, 02:35:52 PM »
I wake up and decide to go get something from the other room.  I walk over and then remember that I'm usually sleeping in this scenario.  So I plug my nose and I although my nose feels very much real under my fingertips (dirty with pores and oil) I can still breathe.  So I try to wake myself up (I do have a purpose after all) and get up out of bed again.  But another nose-plug RC reveals that I'm still dreaming.  Repeat a handful of times . . . and I wake up with the object I was trying to get.  Which is pretty obvious.  So I give up, wake up my DC husband, go outside and fly a bit.  Then go do ordinary everyday things as if it's a non-lucid, thinking "I wonder where this dream will go?"

After a while, I say to Armored Bore, "I haven't even gone to Dracula's castle yet!" (He told me to do that last night . . .)  And we're off by ancient boat and horse on dusty trails.  We accumulate a party of travelers that mostly consist of WoW players in the family.  I know that AB's mom is there with us, although I don't recall seeing her night elf's pet.  But we're determining our next moves with some kind of table-top game with dice.

I'm coordinating our next move and step aboard a boat and ask the NPC what the fare is.  Then I recognize the NPC as my friend's boyfriend.  And he says, "Fare?" and gives me a strange look.  Of course there are no fares . . . this is a game, which must mean that I'm RPing.  And I'm embarrassed, of course we're not RPing, we're just playing D&D or something where minimal RP is necessary.

Me and AB are walking along a trail by a river, presumably on our way home, when I say, "I haven't even been to Dracula's castle yet!"  We turn to look away from the river and there's a skyscraper with a facade of black windows.  Bold red letters label it, "Blord Corp.".  We climb down a slope full of dead weeds and enter.  I do hear a Dracula-like laugh as we go in.  Inside, it looks like a hospital.  We pass though what looks like a NICU where all the babies, although moving, are bluish and quiet.  AB and I climb staircase after staircase, assuming Dracula will have his personal lair at the top, finally reaching a point where the stairs require keycards to enter.  So I start wandering through the floor.  I'm wearing my school uniform dress and ID and no one looks close enough to question me.  I seem to be on a pediatric floor.  Or maybe they're all pediatric floors?  I see a nurse holding open a door which children are entering single-file.  I rush over expecting it to lead somewhere, but instead it's just a small, brightly painted room where the children are sitting down.  The nurse raises an eyebrow at me, "Are you here for the reading group?" "Oh, how cute!" I say as if I were just checking out whatever program they had going on, then move away quickly before she thinks to look at my ID.  But the kids didn't look cute, they looked grayish and lethargic . . . no family members in sight . . .

And I wake.

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #398 on: October 02, 2010, 11:30:55 PM »
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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #399 on: October 28, 2010, 12:12:42 AM »
Okay, so I was really, really busy making a costume.  But I'm done now.  Time to try this again.

I was throwing up and looked in the mirror to see that my teeth were starting to get corroded away.  Must be a dream, because that type of thing doesn't just happen.  I watch my reflection as I make my canines grow into fangs.  I set them back and try to just repair my teeth.  Doesn't work.

I return to the ocean.  I'm a mermaid girl, but the aquatic elf kind with legs.  I'm back for some coming-of-age quest in which I swim out into deep ancestral lands alone.  I can hold my breath almost indefinitely.  The water becomes dark and murky as I go deeper and I encounter strange floating islands on my journey.  When I go back to land, I fly around, because, why not?

No, seriously--how can anybody recall dreams if they don't record them when they first wake up?!  I mean, is it like you used to be able to remember them during breakfast, and mid-morning, and then afternoon, but now it's like, oh crap, look here it is time for dinner, and I've forgotten my dreams!
Yes!   Dinner came around and I'd forgotten my dreams.  :furious:  But maybe it was a fluke or some transitional phase between ignoring my dreams and paying attention to them, because I seem to have my powers back.

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #400 on: November 17, 2010, 04:24:06 PM »
Pick of the Litter
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My pet spider's running away from me for some reason.  I'm trying to catch it without crushing it and it somehow manages to temporarily restrain me with some web and gets away.  Breaking free and following I find lots of large (about 2 feet in diameter) spiders hatching.  Apparently she had a nest and these are her young.  They're all quite docile since they were born in captivity.  I'm picking different ones up (they're surprisingly light), thinking that I should only keep one and trying to decide which one I want.  The biggest?

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #401 on: November 17, 2010, 04:31:13 PM »
How big was the mother spider, if the babies were 2 feet in diameter?  O_O

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Re: Weird . . .
« Reply #402 on: November 17, 2010, 04:32:16 PM »
Aww, that's a cute dream.  :content:

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« Reply #404 on: November 18, 2010, 12:37:10 AM »
How big was the mother spider, if the babies were 2 feet in diameter?  O_O
The mother was normal spider-sized.  In between a garden spider or brown widow and some of the giant orb weavers.

Do you have a pet spider IRL?

I used to have a pet tarantula.  S/he lived for about ten years.   I hope that was the natural life span.  She was very big and fun at parties.  No babies however.  Named Fang; how original, I know.
Aww, tarantulas are so cute.   :content:  No, I don't keep spiders indoors.  But I caught a few as part of my halloween display, which mostly consisted of putting spotlights on the brown widows were they naturally hang out in the front.  The three that I caught fought, until only one was left standing, a pale female who wrapped the other two in web, turned them into mush, and ate them.  I was relating this story at a halloween party and decided that I might as well recreate the events, so I went into my friends front yard and caught a few more big ones and we watched them fight.

So that in combination with having dreams about brown widows ever since I found out about how they existed about a year ago, and my baby hunter's pet black widow (as big as a wolf) in WoW, named "Biter", lead to this dream.  I can't remember if I journaled the dream in which I was fighting giant spiders and wolves, and grotesque, aquatic mammal-things in the lake, trying to survive the night in the dark, gray woods . . . well I meant to journal it anyway .  . .



Dissolving World
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She reminds me of someone I used to know.  As I switch to third person, I see that she's so tiny, especially compared to my tall male form.  She says, "Kiss me," looking up into my eyes.  And as our lips touch, I feel such a connection, that there is just her and nothing else.

We flee on ever narrowing walkways, her hand in mine, up in the clouds.  Corridors, walls, doors, dissolve and curl up into tiny fragments that disappear into the air, until there is almost nothing but air and light left in our floating world.