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The past year I seem to be remembering my dreams more and more often. The farther I distance myself, chronologically speaking, from my drug induced haze the more vivid my dreams have been becoming.
There is a certain game I have often played with myself in the past. A game of thoughts inside my head. Thoughts conjured up in order to hide certain truths from myself so that I may play another game. The second game being one where I drop all of these truths upon myself like a hammer upon a finger nail.
My dreams seem to cut through these games. Although the dreams may not produce an exact replica of the waking world, they often manifest as situations similar to those occuring in the waking world. One main difference being that in dreams I do not think about how to react. My being simply knows what needs to be done and does it. No worry, no doubt, no fuss.
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i had a dream last night that i was eating a condom salad. happily. someone i know was watching me and joked about it and i said 'well i have to do something with these before they expire.'
weird_little_brain is once again reminding me in my sleep that i haven't had sex in a good long while. i know i know. sheesh.
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That's a damn funny little brain you got.
It's wonderful to have a subconscious with a sense of humor.
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(the weirder part is the person watching me in the dream was the dad of one of my students that's been giving me a hard time...uuuhhhh weird.
but you're right; at least my subconscious has a sense of humor these days. looks like the rerouting worked)
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perfectly_chaotic
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rerouting?
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yeah, rerouting. my subconscious from a nasty negative nag to a laughing smiling happiness fairy.
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Last night I had a rather odd dream. Somehow I was learning how to do some sort of dance. First an old girlfriend showed me the steps, then told me it was called "The Chocolate Shuffle". After that she disappeared and I was left alone in complete blackness aside from a hardwood platform and a red curtain at two of the platform's corners and a couple of ropes hanging from a beam above that I imagine would be used to move the curtain, but I did not think to pull the ropes. The edges of the platform were so close together that therre was barely enough room to attempt the steps w/out stepping into the blackness. I recall nearly falling over my feet I could get the first few steps correct but could not exactly get the switching of the weight on my hips correct for the last step. I tried to ask the girl for help, but she would not reappear. However, I could hear her voice telling me I was doing it wrong.
Today after waking up, I can now do the first few steps of "The Chocolate Shuffle", but cannot seem to remember the last couple for the life of me. The image of wehat those ought to look like has faded from my memory.
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how's this for a doozie? i dreamed that it was some holiday....and for whatever reason, in this world i was living in, it was fashionable to visit a public bathing house on this special day. hmmmm.
so, people had apparently made reservations to have a 'bath' in this ultra-cool place that was like a car wash for humans. there were jets and whirlpools, and barely dressed beautiful attendants working for tips. palm trees were abundant and mists of water were being puffed into the air at random intervals.
we had just returned from hiking to our favorite picnic spot...it was complete bliss. we wore wide smiles, flushed blushes and held hands. we were hot and dirty, and couldn't believe our good fortune at finding this treasure.
we approached together
and they waved you in
but turned me away.
you left me standing there alone....
whoa.
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