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| Thursday, August 21st, 2008 |
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| ( Cut for excessive whining, lack of optimism I'll ever heal, exceptionally bleak outlook, sexual abuse of a child, implied possible suicide, self-abuse. ) | ||||||||
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| Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 |
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So, I boarded this typical cruise ship which also just happened to be able to fly. I sat near this guy who was taking care of an exotic plant. There weren't any seats on this cruise ship- Everybody had to sit between the ship's giant cabin and the railing. We started flying! Hooray! First, me and this fellow with an exotic plant and a different girl all began to chat about the ship itself. Apparently, it was faster than a bullet. The girl commented that bullets weren't honestly that fast anyway, but then I told her that before this, the only thing that was faster than an actual bullet was Superman himself. I think a few bullets were shot along-side the ship to demonstrate, and we watched the bullet fly around a little. We were, indeed, faster than it. So anyhow, then me and this fellow stood and started walking about the ship, talking about comics. The conversation went something like this: "So, which do you like better?" I ask. "Superman, or Batman?... Or, are you a Marvel..." "Yeah, I'm a Marvel fan. DC was always just a little too two dimensional for me. Marvel focuses a lot more on characterization." "Well, I guess that's true," I confess. "But Bruce Wayne..." "He still is far too focused on Batman. He has one inner-conflict, and everybody knows what it is. Marvel is far more human." After a pause, he turns to me and asks, "Well, why do you like DC? You know why I like Marvel." "Because," I say, "Batman and Superman are awesome- especially Batman." "Oh?" "Besides, if they all came here, I'd want to be on the right side. Batman and Superman definitely kick the asses of Spiderman and...." I trail off because I was going to say "The Hulk", but them I remembered that Hulk had the strength to Conquer All. Hmmm, had to think about that one. But anyhow, then me and this fellow come back, and- GASP! His exotic plant had been messed with! It looked like someone had peeled back the bulb at the end and let all the seeds out! He suddenly started accusing everybody of the deed (all but me, because I wasn't there). Nobody fessed up. But the girl nearby from before helped us gather the fluffy white seeds up, and he started stuffing them back into the ruined pod. We stayed quiet for a while afterwards, and then I decided to go around to the other side of the cruise ship, to see what was happening there. Now, since this cruise ship was flying, we weren't over water at all. But I don't remember any of the scenery until going around to the other side. We were going along the beach, and everywhere, there were these weird... alligator things. They were Tiny, and they consisted just of a head and a tail. Most of them were flopped over on their sides. Some of them were fighting bigger alligators that had their own bodies. And then there were TWO GIANT alligators who were sunbathing- both were black, and both were comparable to the size of the cruise ship. Humungus. I thought, for a while, about how one of them could easily swallow me whole, but then I remembered I was tiny and just about every alligator could pretty much easily swallow me whole. Ah well. But anyway, we're getting lower and that saddens me because I don't want to get within the reach of these giant alligators. I wander into the cabin and look around, and it looks like we're preparing to descend on our first destination... but I can't really figure which destination it is, because the tags that are telling me what the destinations are have a couple of different tags. One says "Guada Lupe" and about five say "The Beach". As I'm inside, we land. I return to the outside and unboard and look around. The place where we landed is not the beach... it's more like a park. A tropical park, of sorts, I guess, with green grass and green trees and high humidity and beautiful lighting... but no flowers. I figure I'll see the other destination in my dreams to come. Then I wake up. |
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| Saturday, August 16th, 2008 |
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I know it was a rerun last night, but was that the first fart joke on Coast to Coast AM, or what? Oy. And that chair-moving story lady really needed to be cut off far sooner than she was, for her tremendous lack of a punchline. |
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I keep feeling them along with the earht unrest, so I still think something biggre is coming - bigger than has already happened. Something that will be more shocking than we have seen in 40-50 years. Tuesday 18th August Major military action – bigger deaths more countries involved? Between full moon(today) and about two weeks, closer to a week august I feel another earthquake/volcano Big storm - maybe this is what is going on but I doubt it. I feel it deep in the earth, not in the air or on the earth's surface. Every night I burn a candle to protect as many people I can and to minimize the pain. Mother earth needs to correct an imbalance. What we see as cruel is actually healing to gai and needs to be done - over thousands of years, man will be better off and healthier perhaps if mother earth is healther. So for this, I can only light candles to help those in the path to listen to their guides and leave the area or to go to safe places, etc. As far as the war - I have no idea what to do. I see the pendulum of violence oscillating back towards WW3. I have no idea what to do hear, other than the same I am doing above, lighting candles for those civilians in the way to get out of the way. I am lighting candles to bring wisdom to leaders, but I think they do not want to listen to wisdom. If they did, we would not be in the state we are to begin with. Maybe it is just the violence and unrest that I feel, but I do feel a lot of unrest going on in the fields of the earths fields. |
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| Thursday, August 14th, 2008 |
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| i had a strange dream last night. I was dreaming that I was dreaming about sex, then I'd awaken because I couldn't breath, and fall asleep again shortly after. This cycle continued in my dream for a while before I finally figured out I was dreaming and forced myself awake. Much to my protest it took quite some time to pull myself out of it. This is a strange dream because my dreams are usually PG in nature. More fantasy oriented. And the whole 'can't breath' thing? Just weird. | ||||||||||
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Poll #1242099 Beijing 2008 Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All Are you watching/keeping up with the Olympics? Why are you watching if you are, and why not if you aren't? (IE: love of the games, the hot guys/girls, not interested in sports, etc). Which country are you rooting for? What sport are you most interested in? Who is your favorite athlete that is competing? Feel free to answer more thoroughly in the comments. :) also, do the olympics make you guys feel like total fatties that need to go work out for a frillion hours a day, or is it just me? |
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Anyone willing to have a crack at this dream? I opened my door that faced west. Above the tree-tops I could see Orion's belt. He shown so large and bright against the nighttime sky that I gasped in surprise. Something wasn't right about him. The Hunter's skirt was missing it's sword. In it's place was the largest nebula cloud that could be seen with the naked eye. I remember the misty golden cloud filled up that huge space below the belt. I felt my heart stop. My eyes adjusted more and I could see the pinwheels and yin-yang's of galaxies about as large as my thumbnail. Planets with their opalescent rings glittered and pulsed. I was scared and ran down a dirt road. All I know was I had to get to the water and water was at the bottom of the hill. I don't even recognize my surroundings. I am lost. I gaze up once more and find that my dark path is illuminated by three transparent moons - each at a different phase. I am cold and I wish I was at the river. I stumble over many rocks on the road. I have to get off the road. Without thinking I plunged into a forest. Arms of ancient trees slap me and flood my senses with their sharp, clean fragrance. I can hear it. The gurgling of the water is near. It seemed that I could fly the distance to the water. Grateful, I sink below the surface and I watch the celestial bodies dance their timeless dance in the sky. I'm not so scared anymore. |
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I had a dream that my dead sister was getting married. She was still dying, but had a little time left and wanted to marry her boyfriend that we had never met. I helped her pick the dress and she got married in a hall. However, when it came to walking down the isle it was me in her dress and I was topless, and revealing my assets. I looked for my sister and she had vanished. What do you think this means? |
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| Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 |
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| I dreamed about storage spaced full of things that weren't mine. I had my parents living downstairs from me and all that we did was argue. They escaped/ran away one night and I spent the whole time wondering where they'd went and crying my eyes out. I kept going upstairs and down to try to find them and realizing how different their living space was than mine. They had windows where I had walls. When I opened one of the storage spaces a huge sleeping striped cat woke up and started to follow me everywhere. Other than that, I can't remember much. The space was actually an old apartment that we had had in Frankfort, the place that I lived the flat where we were, their flat was one downstairs. I had a roommate at one point that I didn't understand or know and she was talking to me about things I had no idea of. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 |
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hi! my name is lauren. before i post a little about-me post, i wanted to first ask questions about the lingo. only having seen one therapist for only a few months at that and not knowing much about this community or others, i don't know much about terms or wording for things. i didn't know if others could steer me towards some sites or books that discuss these sorts of things, just for my own knowledge since it seems like i've seen a couple people talk about stages or levels. also, i know we're supposed to cut things to prevent triggering (understandable). but are there things i should still refrain from using in the actual trigger tag to not cause a trigger just from that line alone? i've noticed people using the acronym IC for example. any others i should be aware of? thankyou! |
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well i always knew what a lucid dream was, and astral projection and obe. but i never tried to expierence one. i am interested and studying witchcraft, i have been for a while. not to be confused with wicca, which is something completely different. im more of a traditionalist. anyways ever since i became interested in witchcraft, i have been waking my phychic abilities. i have been remembering my dreams 5 or 6 times out of a typical week. sooo about the other night... |
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| Monday, August 11th, 2008 |
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Arrighty! I'm an Alex copier! Potential hurdles the best of us! But this next one's only for those of you who don't involve their parents in their so really-gay. He was a little too shy, to be so forward! YESSS. The Haiku excerpt of the Heath Ledger poem found on AOL comments. Naughty, naughty! Eeeughhh. This sounds like I killed people. That's really freaking cool. And what a great dream it was. CREEPY. I knew something possessed the piece of crap! He simply abandoned his earthly shell to conquer the massive mount. lmfao okay The last line seems in response to the first two! Pretty. Who's a feminist? Not me! See? Lulz. It's the 'i' poem. Aawwww. More sad. DON'T ABORT! JUST GIVE ME THE MONEY AND THE BABIES!!! Math! Damn straight! Don't waste no good money on a short sword. The Manual to Homosexual Intercourse, by Asia! It was good to laugh |
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| Sunday, August 10th, 2008 |
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| So I had a dream my boyfriend lived in a tree. Like, the trunk was the door, and the actual house was underground. And it was a really tight fit to get down there. | ||||||
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Yesterday, I dreamt I lived in a town near the sea. The roads of the town were paved in cobblestone with white side walks running along-side small and colorful shops. My hair was long with bright flowers neatly tucked in it. On my arms were dozens of porcelain bracelets. I visited a kite shop in town, where I bought the loveliest kite, and then off to an aquarium, where I met a sea turtle, who told me it was lonely. So, I took it with me to the beach, where I set it out to sea, and music played so softly. It looked back to wave and then never again. I could see its shell glimmer a mosaic of silver and green beneath the water. My dream, then shifted to a beautiful, but disturbing dream of a very strange tree. The sunlight was soft and gold. It glittered through its leaves. The tree seemed a combination of a horse-chestnut and a hawthorn. It bore raspberry-like fruit on its branches and odd, little, wooden nuts. It was planted above ground. A large, waist-high wall made of stone encircled it. Though, I could only see myself from the waist down, I believe I was wearing an old-fashioned tea-dress. The skirt of the dress was crisp, mid-calf, full, and layered with lacy underskirts. It had a delicate, floral pattern with burgundy, rose-wine, pink, blue, and lavender flowers on pale yellow. I wanted to stay longer in the garden beneath the strange raspberry-tree and take a picture, but my mother and brother were urging me on into the woods. I began to cry, because it was so beautiful there, I did not want to be rushed. I begged my mother and brother to stay just a little longer, because I had never seen a tree that grew raspberries before. They would not wait for me and they both ran off into the woods. So, I began to cry again. A lady sitting on the stone wall beneath the tree wanted to cheer me up, so she gave me a little bird that she had made out of the wooden nuts of the tree. For the tail of the bird she had used the most beautiful, purple feather with a crescent-moon marking. There was a little door on the bird's breast that opened. Inside were tiny, animal-shaped charms made from bits of dried flowers and things found in nature. I thanked her. Soon, the spirit of the tree appeared out from the twisted tree trunk. It was in the form of a bird-- much like a bird of paradise. I saw that the purple feather belonged to it. Other people were giving it offerings, so that it may grant their wishes. When it asked me for an offering, all I had in my pocket was the little bird made of the wooden nuts and a paint brush. Though, I knew the spirit wanted the little bird, I did not want to part with it, so I gave the tree spirit my paintbrush. She then called me, "selfish." My dream ended here. Are my dreams telling me I am selfish? I wonder what it all means. |
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And a bit confused about a dream I had last night. I dreamed that I was on a plane with one of my friends. I happen to be a bit distant from this particular friend at the moment, we just haven't been talking a lot and been drifting apart, despite me trying to get in touch with her. So we were on this plane, and all of a sudden, we run out of fuel and start crashing, and I can feel the plane spinning and flipping over, and I know I'm going to die; I start screaming out to random people who aren't there that I love them (my SO, my mom, etc.). And then I go, "I love you, [friend's name]." And she replies that she loves me too and then oxygen masks drop down, and right before we hit water, I woke up. Any interpretations here? I don't dream about falling often but it really creeped me out. |
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| I won't go into detail since the details aren't important in this case. Just wondering if anyone had any thoughts on why I keep dreaming about being in a relationship with one of my gay friends. I don't like him that way (he's a conceited and selfish asshole, actually lol) so that's not it. A book once told me it was because there was something I wanted to tell him but that's not it either so does anyone have any ideas? | ||||||
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Hi there, I'm new and I just wanted to have some help interpreting a dream I had a while ago - possibly earlier this year. I often have dreams but they don't usually seem to be very important - often they just involve me interacting with a character from a film I've watched one to many times :P But then along came this dream - I don't remember the details, but I do remember being in a delivery room at a hospital, standing next to my mother as she gave birth to me (it was the baby me, not a fully grown me) and I remember being rather disturbed at the whole situation in my dream. I then woke up feeling the same way. I had a look for the symbolism behind birth in dreams, but none seemed to mention witnessing your own birth. I assume it has something to do with rebirth (which makes sense because at the time I was going through a change in my faith and sexuality) but I was just wondering if it could possibly represent something else? Thanks in advance |
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| Saturday, August 9th, 2008 |
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i seriously think tarot cards are taking over my subconscious. my mind is like this sponge with things out of this reality, as far as dreams go. im a highly emotional female and maybe that attracts certain things..anywho on to my dream. it starts with the guy im currently dating, we are at this indoor outdoor house, and he tells me hes going to the store and would be back shortly. i tell him to hurry back. i remember looking at myself, my skin, and in my dream i knew i was dead but still holding on to him, not wanting to let go. minutes then turned in to hours and im still waiting for him, anxious but patient. after looking at myself and waiting i walk to a black box which is locked and has something im curious to know about, but its weird bc i already knew they were tarot cards, but i just didnt know which ones. as he finally returns im upset by this time, and im in a rage. i saw him pull up with two girls..a blonde and a brunette. i freak out, and i can see his eyes, they were so big and full, as if they burned right through me, as if this is what i was holding on to, those magickal eyes. in real life and in dreams im obsessed with them. he begins to tell me hes sorry, tears, and by this time im a complete wreck, screaming " how could you do this to me, how could you leave me"!!? and he kept telling me he loved me, " i love you, im sorry"...repeat repeat. i then slap him, which is something i would never do, and told him that i hated him. i didnt know what to do, i wasnt living, i was such a fool, thats what i remember distinctly..saying im such a fucking fool, and i kept looking at my skin thinking i dont exist, im transparent. i run from him, as fast as i can, to get to the box, to open it and let everything out, he runs after me, but doesnt seem to catch up to me. i get to the box, break it open and out flys the moon, hearts and swords.....i awake. now im thinking after giving this serious thought that maybe those two twins represented my sign..im a gemini, and a natural blonde, but i dye my hair dark. and as far as tarot cards, the transparent card is right next to the fool..i had no idea. any more insight on the whole dream? i would GREATLY appreciate it luvs.<3 xo. devi. |
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This Seems VERY Important I was outside in my yard with my four dogs at dusk playing. Suddenly, two HUGE brown owls starting swooping down at me. They had large horned over their eyes. Their eyes were golden and piercing, looking and golden looked at me and said The message was so important they both had to come. My black lab’s instinct, of course, being a bird dog, was to chase the owls. The owls had to swoop to avoid the lab and to try to face me at the same time to look into my mind to give me the message. The female said to me “Remember, this message was important enough for us to die to give to. Never forget this.” I looked over and saw the male, feathers strewn all over the lawn, and I started to cry. I have never really dreamt of owls before, so I am unsure what to make of this. The message they were carrying seemed very important for me to get, though, so I neeed to figure this out. see my own journal for omen/dream/totem info |
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| Friday, August 8th, 2008 |
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Thanks to everyone who sent hugs and positive energy to me and what is left of my family. It has been a wild ride since we have lost my brother. ( Cut for triggers--- details of brothers funeral, feeling numb, father leaving with his family, mother and I leaving for mystic CT, me moving into safe housing to get extra help, having trouble with the school disability office, I think that is it please tell me if I missed anything. ) |
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I had this dream awhile back, in late June. But it's been haunting me and I don't know it's meaning. I've tried looking on dreammoods.com, and it doesn't help me much at all. Because the dream is telling me something, I just don't know what it is. I've had a few friends try to help me with it as well, but only 2 have tried to help. So I'll try here. |
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Firstly, why is Tom Cruise on my sidebar? :O I can't lie, I clicked. His site has some Scientology-sounding music. Secondly, what do you do when you miss someone but you have this feeling that instead of missing you they just sort of allow you...in their sphere of existence, as unfortunate as they may find it...I don't know. Thirdly, Vitamin World's looking like it's going to pay well, if I pass the background check and all. I just hope I don't suck at the commissions business. Because then it won't. Eeuuurrgh. I'm scheduled to go fill out the business on Monday at one. Wish me luck! And I have these awesome gypsy bells that I got from Salvation Army that are good luck, too, but I don't think I can take them with me without them jangling their little heads off. Fourthly? I'm constantly on tenterhooks. I can't relax, it's hard to have fun, and all I can think about is getting to work. I hate this. It isn't how I'm supposed to be. And I never want to see another guy again. I always feel guilty and scared, the fear only hits after they catch my eye. It's paralyzing, though, and my blood gets to rushing around in my head and I sort of want to scream. Fifthly, I'm stopping saying self-deprecating things. I didn't even realize I was doing it, and I think it was really dragging me down. Max is helping a lot! Ah lurve him. Sixthly (listing number-like things is a lot of fun) I think that Luke E. (from my grade/high school, my first real-person crush) affected me a lot more than I ever realized. I think I've ended up basing a lot of my personality traits on that rejection and his treatment of me for years after, since it was the first rejection and it was so fucking colossal and it set me up for everything else. I mean, I go between irrationally hating blond girls and wanting to be one (he pretty much exclusively liked them from early on), irrationally hating men with egos and adoring them, and every time I'd see Luke (who moved with his [blond] wife to live on my street in Potomac) I would absolutely freeze and become the person I was when I was THIRTEEN YEARS OLD...quiet, stuttering and avoiding eye contact. And then I'd hate myself even more. We're talking recent, too, like mere months ago. And I think he may have tried to friendly joke with me, but I was so fucking terrified that I skewed the situation and just kept on walking home. Totally humiliating. See, I had a dream last night that I met up with him and he explained things, like that he was really intimidated by me because I made him look stupid and because I was so quiet that no one ever really knew what I was thinking and it freaked them out. I have dreams like this a lot, where people from my childhood that hurt me become suddenly rational and apologize to me. It's because I'm looking for depth where it may or may not exist, I think, and the uncertainty just kills me. Hmm. Makes me want to look up his phone number and ask him about things. That would be so surreal. |
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2008 |
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This article sums up what is wrong with the typical, mainstream, Western feminist's worldview. http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentis There are SO MANY GENERALIZATIONS here. I'm not saying some of the issues cited aren't REAL issues. They absolutely are. But seriously, he is making some of the most sweeping generalizations I have ever read. I wrote my final paper for Gender on this issue and I would like to share some of it, but I am not sure how to.. I think I'll do it in parts? Today I will post the Introduction and Part I and if people are interested in reading more, let me know and I will post the second and third parts. ( Troubling the 'Cultural Argument' Intro & Part I-- sorry it's so long! ) |
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Friends LiveJournal for Lorelei is having THE BEST WEEK EVER.
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