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reason I shot him in the neck with an arrow. No, Mark, it wasn't you playing the piano. :) |
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I used to dream a lot about my teeth falling out, but I haven't had one of those dreams in years. |
the place isn't completely geographical, but about how the geography feels in the dream. These dreams can recur over the span of years, and I'll revisit a city or building many times. I've always been extremely good at location awareness, spatial awareness, etc, so I'm guessing it's just that part of my brain being tickled in different recognizable ways when I'm dreaming. |
I have recurring dreams of being trapped in a room or on a bus with sociopathic thugs who steal everything I have and force me to drink gasoline. then they force me to walk through a series of tunnels to times square or port authority, but the floor of those tunnels are quicksand. I can only get through to their conscience by imploring them not to steal my shoes, which is all they leave me with: shoes, some large cans of gasoline, and maybe some trifling article of clothing. I recently had a dream that used to recur a lot but not so much if at all for years: i'm in bed sleeping when the bed starts floating. if I toss or turn or do any normal in-sleep movements i'll tip the bed over and probably fall to my death. so i have to stay awake and hope the bed somehow lands somewhere. i had this dream a few months ago. I was floating calmly above and through the spaces between the twin towers when a flock of birds threatened to disturb the flight. I woke up before they struck. I've had many many dreams in which I die, dreams from which I have been genuinely surprised to wake. I also have many dreams in which the atlantic ocean rises 10 miles into the air then flips over and comes crashing down on me. |
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I'm on. (Ketogenic, also called "Low Carb High Fat" or LCHF) They're in color and have lots of action and complex storylines. Sometimes they're a bit too active. Once I dreamed I chased down and killed a goat with my bare hands. |
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Last night at 2:19 am, I awoke to what sounded like an animal screaming. After a few seconds, I realized it was a human -- probably a man with a high-pitched voice. I think he was screaming into a phone because I didn't hear anybody else. I only caught the very end of the conversation -- "WHOOOORE! FUCK YOU!" and then silence. |
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i had been dreaming random things, but it ended with my waking up at our old farmhouse. i was asleep in a little camp next to the house. i get up, in my wheelchair, and roll to the back of the house where there's a ramp that leads up to the back porch. but it's blocked by tall weeds. the weeds are rustling, and then a big javelina walks out. it walks past me and i watch it. my looking at it seems to make it angry and it growls and bares knife-like tusks. i feel worried, but it walks away. then i see a line of people walking up from the east. they're redneck looking guys, mostly, in jeans and flannel shirts. one of them has my cousin, who lives there, by the arm, dragging her along. i get closer to them; this time walking. i see that all of the men have erections, or erection-like things poking from their zippers. they're small and look more like tubes with skin fitted over them. one of them has me open a shed to look for guns. there are several, in vertical racks. none of them look like they'd work. i grabbed the one nearest to me, pointed it at the guy and fired. the gun made a pah! sound, like an air rifle, but no bullet came out. i said "see, they're all harmless" as if that was the point i was trying to make. i think he has a pistol in his hand, but he doesn't shoot me. so i tried to kick his erection thing. i connect with it, but it's a weak kick as if my legs had just then gone back to being paralyzed. he probably would've shot me this time, but i woke up. |
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that's what it was. it was like the hugest thunder clap you ever heard. but there's not a cloud in the sky, and i can't see anything from my apartment and i can't hear any sirens. maybe it was the guys next door. i thought maybe they had a meth lab. |
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been paying attention, lately. |
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they made no general announcement about the implosion until it got a mention on the ten o'clock news like ten minutes before. to keep away gawkers or something. i've been here for my share of building implosions. especially since the tornado ripped up the town. they'll make an announcement a week in advance, everybody can put it on their calendar, pack a lunch. from my back door, i've listened to buildings just blocks away taken down. just "boom" not really a big deal. that bridge set off shockwaves. it was like king kong banging on your wall because he thinks you're screwing fay wray. just down the road from me they're fracking their brains out. you can triangulate the area from my apartment, the frackage, and the (former) bridge. this is where our floridian sinkholes will appear. we'll start a pot. have i told you guys a rock band moved next door to me? i can hear them now. dickheads. |
I kinda laughed my ass off. |
I kinda laughed my ass off. |
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last night i had a dream that henry rollins dropped my kids off at preschool. |
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He wrote an interesting blog post about the Steubenville rapists the other day. Can I tell you about this cute thing my cat did last night? I looked over at her and saw her standing on her back legs and swatting at the air. This was new behavior, so I went over to her to see what she was doing. Following her line of sight, I realized she was looking at the moon through the skylight and trying to grab the moon. OMG. |
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She really is a very odd and oddly endearing little animal. I might actually miss her when she's back with her rightful owner. |
"heads and tails: studies and stories of pets" by grace greenwood. published 1874. i only got to glance at it; the first story was about the pets of a poet. one was a parrot and it think the other was a cat. "the cat that tried to grab the moon" might make a good story. i'm listening to white-winged doves hoo-hooing. the fact that they make me think of stevie nicks annoys me. |
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I've tried to film her doing it, but of course she's silent when I pull the camera out. None of the cats in the "cats cooing" clips on Youtube sound like her, either. It's a little gurgled "drrrrrrr" sound she makes in her throat without opening her mouth. She makes it as a noise of greeting, when she's startled (if you pet her when she's not expecting it, she'll go, "Drrrr!" and scurry off), when she's playing, etc. She loves her catnip. How often can I give her some before she ODs? |
would advise you to not worry about it, but you'll probably worry about it. Try some yourself. :) |
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volatile oil called nepetalactone. this is what creates the reaction. when cats smell it, their brains register it as a sex pheremone. they don't get high, they get horny (so it's like a natural high). try some yourself :) i had a cat that never meowed. her mother had died before she was weened, and she had never been around other cats. but she did do that pigeon cooing thing. and if i wanted to find her, she would respond (come out of hiding) if i meowed. white-winged doves don't have a burbling coo like rock pigeons do. they sound more like owls. and lately they won't shut up. |
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i want to do some spring cleaning, too. just give shit away. i've been listening to various versions of the country classic song "dark as a dungeon" i have to admit the willie nelson version is my favorite. |
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the white winged doves who hang out in the trees that line the creek behind my house sound like incredibly whiny owls, and it's annoying. |
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matter if she's been dead for seven years? |
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me to see concert of hers in austin. be careful about taking a bb gun to dove. i read about a guy in pflugerville who cooked and ate a white-winged dove that had killed itself by crashing into his window. he put it up on a website. the game police actually came after him because the bird was out of season. |
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window. birds are not always very bright. |
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It is called the Ricochet. And, was made by the Daisy Manufacturing Company. If you were closeby I'd loan it to you. |
So they face the wall Ricochet |
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