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| By M on Thursday, April 2, 1998 - 04:34 pm: |
Which is odd, because the last time I had a nightmare about having a nightmare (in which I actually had a nightmare, then dreamt I woke up and said "My God, I've just had the worst dream of my life), nothing bad happened to me at all. In fact, the worst things happen to me when I haven't had any dreams for a few nights in a row. Then I start acting all weird and can't think straight and get all paranoid and become crazy in a generalized way. I assume dreams set your brain straight, or something like that. Except when you have a bad nightmare -- then your day is ruined. I had a dream once (actually I have it often, only in different forms) where I was in this dark, cold room with no furniture, and there was this dark-haired man in there with me (and I couldn't see his face, but I don't think it was anyone from real life). He was alternately violent and affectionate, like he'd shove me and grab my hands and swing me against the wall, and then suddenly hug me and comfort me. Just when I would forget that he'd been violent, he'd be violent again. And it was a cold violence -- nothing gleeful or sexual or sadistic. He really hated me. This dream messes me up all day whenever I have it. I wake up and feel disgusting and continue feeling disgusting until I fall asleep again. Which is hard to do, because it's like the sensations you have when you wake up linger around the bed when you go to sleep the next night. Actually, this is the best way to remember forgotten dreams: just lie down on your bed in the position you woke up in, and try to recapture the feeling you had when you wake up. Works every time. |
| By Hannah on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 02:09 am: |
I had this dream that I was in a boat. Not like the Titanic, but like, a captain's shore boat. I'm hanging my head over, and someone on the boat, gives me a shove over the side. I fall into the water, which is not too cold, not too warm, and in my dream I can't swim, so I sink down to the bottom, where's this building where men in purple suits go in and out all day. It then turns into an airport, and I'm being chased by these men, and I run into an elevator, which takes me into the cockpit. I run over these men and other pedestrians, killing them all. I feel no remorse, so I then go into a building, which happens to be my school, but it's like a hotel. I sit at the bed, (it was a music room, I think) and I take out a sub sandwich, and throw it at the TV. Odd, yes? Comments? |
| By M on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 11:17 am: |
Are you choking while you're in the water? Are you drowning? Are you afraid of the men chasing you? Can you move? |
| By Your English teacher on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 12:50 pm: |
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| By Hannah on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 07:34 pm: |
No, it's like I can breathe right in the water, it's just like there's water there, but I can breathe fine. The men that are chasing me are trying to catching me, and I'm very scared. I can't control my dreams, I wish I could, but I can't. I don't dream on weekdays because I wake up when I'm still in REM because I wake up way too early. |
| By PetRock on Friday, April 3, 1998 - 08:48 pm: |
And I don't feel like trying to type it over again. Suffice to say it involved my dream of falling and hitting the ground - I had always been told you would wake up before you hit the ground. Was I surprised! And don't get me started on my childhood nightmare of the Esso tiger tickling me until I would wake up and be sore. |
| By Christopher on Monday, April 6, 1998 - 01:06 pm: |
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| By PetRock on Monday, April 6, 1998 - 02:35 pm: |
I guess the Esso tiger is better than Tony the Tiger. Never fantasized about either though. It's just that my father used to tickle me way too much and I would end up having nightmares about it. Only it wasn't dad, it was the tiger. Weird... |
| By Hannah on Tuesday, April 7, 1998 - 12:47 am: |
OUCH. Hmm... |
| By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Tuesday, April 7, 1998 - 08:03 am: |
*feeling very weird* |
| By M on Tuesday, April 7, 1998 - 01:15 pm: |
It was a very hazy, uncontrollable dream. Strange. |
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Anyway. I sleep with the radio turned all the way to the right because I like the static. Sometimes I pick up what sounds like air traffic control signals...pilots calling in to the airport asking for permission to land and things like that. People also say that if you're looking to record EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon....supposedly the voices of the dead, hence the band name Dead Voices On Air), you can also turn the radio to static, ask questions, and when you play the tape back your answers will be on there. This morning I woke up and I could hear people talking through the static on the radio. But it didn't sound like the airplane pilots. It sounded like people yelling and then I heard a voice saying "re....re...re..." (or "Rhi....Rhi....Rhi....") and I thought, "When it starts saying my name, then I'll get worried." And I fell back asleep. Now I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not. |
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Anyway, I knew this couple had my sister, and I knew that the man was going to molest her, if he had not already done so. Their apartment also was a clothing store, so I pretended to be interested in buying a dress in order to look around and find my sister. Eventually, I found her asleep in one of the bedrooms. I sat on the floor by the bed, and I saw that she had kicked off her socks and that her socks were under the bed. That made me very sad: I thought to myself that I did that, too...we must be so alike. The man walked in, and somehow I found a towel and started washing her face (she was still asleep), telling the man that her face was dirty and I was just helping to clean "his daughter" up. I noticed that I was very attracted to this man, despite the fact that I knew he had hurt my sister. The next thing I knew, the couple and I were in this country club-type place. The couple played this odd game that resembled badminton, except that they used an enameled, multicolored ball that moved very slowly through the air. Then we sat down to eat. We were served insects. I wasn't disgusted at all...I ate them readily. I bit into this one worm, and I found that it tasted like meat and it wasn't unpleasant. The Yoko-looking woman asked me about a waterfall that was supposedly near my house, and she described it as a very peaceful little trickle. I remembered that the waterfall was in fact very loud and turbulent and fast-moving, and I started to mimic the sound of the water ("No, it's like *sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh*") when all of a sudden I felt the worm that I had eaten come up in my throat. I reached into my mouth and pulled out the worm and it was huge. It had grown several feet, and I had to tug on it to get it out of my throat. (I could really feel it inside me, just like I could really taste it when I ate it.) When I got that one out, I could feel more inside my throat, so I pulled them out, too. I had to almost vomit them out because they were so unwilling to come out. Strangely, I wasn't all that upset or panic-stricken during all of this. Now, of course, I'm disgusted. What an icky dream. |
I love that guy. his "romance" with Beecher (however it's spelled) was so tragic. I keep seeing him popping up in different shows now. I never realized he was in "Crash". I saw him looking old and hairy in some other show a while back, too. I love the way people from "Oz", "Homicide" and L&O always cross over as different characters. especially that one small guy (who's name I could never spell) who was the DA on "Homicide", the mayor (governor?) on "Oz" and at least two different murderers on L&O. the only thing I don't like about the new L&O is that there's some point in Every Episode where I feel like I'm being preeched too by the morally perfect detectives. but I'll continue to watch it as long as my Munchkin stays on. |
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I like the new L&O, too, though I've only seen a couple episodes. The ones I've seen didn't preach too much, to the best of my recollection. What was the reason for Munch to move up to New York? (Homicide RIP) I think my dream symbolized the loosening of my morals when it comes to sexual behavior. Not that I do anything bad, but that I no longer *think* things are so bad, the way I used to. Only this is wrong (according to the dream): the man and the woman are sort of like the gateway to immorality (they do bad things, and I still like them), and the worms are the demons that are roosting inside me. The little seed of evil that I let get inside me (the small worm that I ate) has multiplied and grown, and now it will be tough to rid myself of that evil. Or something. That's how I interpret the dream, anyway. |
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as for Munch. in the begining of the new L&o Munch implys that Billie Lou left him for a fellow detective. but in the Homicide movie when Munchkin goes back to MD we find out that He left Billie Lou. why? They say nothing! I'm hoping that someday the Homicide gang will gueststar on L&O. :) |
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Its weird what things you notice when you see a movie that you hardly remember. Sometimes you notice things that you hadn't recalled in your memory but you remember once you see it. Sometimes you notice things that you probably didn't see at all the first time. And sometimes you see things that somehow conflict with your memory of what you were supposed to see. I don't know if I'll have any dreams about this sudden revelation regarding the lion because I can't clearly recall my dreams as often as I would like, but I think it would be interesting to dream myself into this movie. I think I remember some parts of it being somewhat scary as a kid, so maybe it would be a nightmare. |
we never saw a trial or anything like that. he could have gotten off and headed over to NY to catch up with Munch. and then maybe Gee came back from the dead and.... well. I can dream, can't I? |
in psycho 3 i think, or psycho 2000 or some shit i remember seeing. norman comes back and his motel is a big drug-hole/whore-house. the guy running the place is a sleezebag and it's the sausage and cheese eating looking cop from nypd blue. whatever his name is . the fat one. |
It started off as a nice dream about flying like a bird over Yellowstone Park. Then suddenly I was trapped in an apartment with Bob, Donna's father, on "That 70s Show," who made me play the piano with him....but Bob was not the nice guy he is on TV. I can't describe how terrified I was of him....he seemed to be perpetually on the verge of beating the shit out of me. I tried to explain that I might make mistakes when I play because I was rusty, so he should bear with me, but he made it clear that that was absolutely unacceptable. Time went by, and Bob went to take a shower in an adjacent room that was like a locker room (the showerhead was just on a wall, and the whole room would get wet). I went outside into the hallway, and there was a blonde woman standing out there looking very frightened. I went up to see if she was all right and I saw that she was bleeding from the mouth and blood was all over her chin and down her blouse. I knew somehow that this was another one of Bob's women, and that he was responsible for her injuries. I went back into our apartment and I saw that it was full of maintenance men doing repairs. I told them about the woman, asking them to help her, but they just shook their heads. I said, "I'd better let Bob know that she's hurt," and I knocked on the door to the shower room. He came out, naked, and his whole body had grown in size till he was probably well over 6' tall and had a huge hairy barrel chest, which is what I focused my eyes on. He was furious with me for interrupting the shower, and he just stood there staring at me in this horrible way. I patted him skittishly on the chest, trying to placate him, and I told him "Nancy" outside was bleeding. He just stared at me, and I knew that he was about to start beating me to death, and that's when I woke up. I keep remembering his face staring at me. |