Thar Shaddin

haha um yeah, u tell that kangaroo :p

but yeah it is kinda nice to know ur dreaming bc u can change the dream but i do kinda enjoy having a really thrilling, untampered dream once in awhile ^-^ Gets the adrenaline pumping so that when u roll over for that 8 am class ur actually willing to get up! *grins*

speaking of which, i havent had coffee for DAYS!!!!

Erk. Did you drink coffee regularly before?! Isn't your head KILLING you?!

You're a strong, strong person.

Well, im not usually a heavy coffee drinker but lately someone got me into the habit of drinking it since i guess my subconcious associates the smell and taste of coffee as a sign that one should be working on something productive. And lately i have been really busy and really tired, deeply in need of a caffiene boost. Plus, i kinda find it fun being on a caffiene high bc i tend to be all jittery and good humored :p

And i actually i don't seem to get caffiene headaches really ... at least i haven't really noticed any. ^-^ I've only had one headache this entire break and that was bc i sleep wrong and got a bad kink in my neck which i might add is very 'ouch!' -like.

I drink two cups a day regularly but I don't get headaches if I don't have them either. ;p

Er... bot alert! Dykal has had a problem with them of late as well.

And kind of an odd thread for the bot to pick, since it's been several months since anyone has posted in it.

And lastly, my dreams are always following some sort of storyline, but I haven't really had one in a long time. I think I'm going crazy.
Don't ask.

If the bots become a big problem I'll see what I can do. For now I just delete their garbage.

And this is an amusing thread for it to have picked. I remember that dream.

Huh. Is that so?

May I suggest that you commit sepuku? That might convince me to buy your product, if you volunteer to commit suicide if I do so.

Might boost your sales. Just a suggestion.

I doubt this arrogant bot-orchestrator is a follower of bushido (judging by the fact that he's still alive).

Huh. Somehow they've decided to target thar a lot more lately. Odd.

*is confused*

I think the best dream I have ever had started off with me killing myself.

Odd, that.

The strangest dream I remember having is also one of the most confusing for me to try to explain. It's kind of the opposite to the "dreaming, though everything seems real" type of thing.

A few years ago, I happened to be dreaming that I had locked an eight-foot vampiric gargoyle of sorts in my closet because, apparently, it had been chasing me because I was labeled as its midnight snack. Now, in the dream, I was frantically trying to keep the closet doors shut because, well, duh, I didn't feel like being eaten just then. I had to get rid of this beast somehow, so -- just as dreams have that knack of getting rid of every possible bit of logic ever -- I suddenly came up with the clever idea that if I flipped the light switch in my room, I'd instantly kill the thing.

Now here's where it actually gets really odd.

At this point in the dream, I actually woke up. Meaning, I was conscious and everything, but my brain for some reason kept telling me that I was still dreaming. I remember yelling at the top of my lungs for my folks and running to hit the light switch because I thought I was in the dream, acting in the dream. It wasn't until my parents walked into my bedroom and my dad lightly slapped my face that I realized that I was, in fact, awake.

I was fifteen years old then, so being afraid of monsters in the closet was kind of out of the question for me. The weirdest part of the whole manner of sleep was not knowing when I actually was awake. I still don't know if I had been sleepwalking or what, but it was freaky as hell.

If Freud were alive, he'd probably tell me that the beast symbolized my repression of innate homosexual tendencies, and that my inability to recognize my own consciousness was a reflection of how unhappy I was with my cushy childhood. And then I'd reply with, "Dr. Freud, you are a fraud, and none of that makes any bloody sense because your statements are not factual!"


...or you know, with like, "Screw you, man; I'm going home."



Wait. What the hell are we talking about?

I don't remember. I was too caught up with you badmouthing Freud. Carry on, by all means.

I wasn't badmouthing Freud. I was just being imaginarily cheeky to a psychological thinker who I was imaginarily bringing back to life. In the imagination. Of... imagination.

But no, I won't carry on now. Your face can carry on.

It usually does, thanks.

Ain't nothin' wrong with badmouthing Freud, that coke addicted incest obsessed cigar sucking weirdo. Sure, he might have invented modern psychology, and his notion of an unconscious might just be the most enlightening concept about the mind to date... But he still gives psychology a bad name.

"With Freud, everything is about sex except the act itself, which is about some childhood trauma."

"sometimes a cigar is just a cigar... And sometimes it's a big black dick."

You know Carl Jung used to be friends with Freud until he decided Freud was a whackjob? Jung is a big name too, so if he says you're a whackjob, you're officially a whackjob.

I'd tell you your beast symbolized whatever you think it symbolized, because symbols like that are personal and if you can't figure it out nobody else is going to. I'd also say it might not symbolize anything but raw emotions and your brain having some fun. But my marks are horrible, so I must be wrong.