No I can assure you I was dressed in my pink pajamas with the alarm clocks and night caps. Comepletely and wholey appropriate.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
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No I can assure you I was dressed in my pink pajamas with the alarm clocks and night caps. Comepletely and wholey appropriate.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
The most unforgettable dream I ever had was decades ago and I never had it again.
I am walking down a big city street that looks like a canyon of tall buildings. Suddenly, I hear a noise behind me. I turn around to see an incredibly huge wave rushing toward me. It must be 500 feet high. I begin running, but I know the wave is moving too fast to escape. In seconds I am struck from behind, tumble underwater, and suck liquid into my lungs.
The scene shifts. I am in space, as if orbiting the earth. As I look down on the planet, I am overcome with a feeling of melancholy witnessing all the misery I see below. A hand touches me on the shoulder and I turn to see an old man with a long white beard.
He says: "Do not worry. You have all eternity to find joy."
It is only then I realize I am dead.
At the time of the dream I lived in a Florida city that had never experienced a tsunami. This was long before there were any TV programs about tsunamis or end-of-the-world movies involving tsunamis. I don't think I had ever heard the word tsunami up to that point, so I have no idea why I dreamed about dying in one.
Today I live in a big city in Hawaii that has a fairly high risk of tsunamis. Hundreds of islanders have been killed in tsunamis over the past half century. When I remember that old dream now, I sometimes wonder if it was a precognitive glimpse of how I would die.
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Originally Posted by starrwriter
Were you naked?
papayahed-what in the world kind of a question is that?
that is a terrible dream, dreadful. I am sure it will never come true.
I had a dream once before my life turned to rescuing children and trying to help change their lives for the better. I dreamed I was in a sort of subway, underground at any rate and people were walking without any expression this way and that going to and coming from work.They were smartly dressed and were all prosperous. I had a baby, a newborn(I don't think it was mine) and held it tightly. It was hungry and I had not the milk to give it for I was not nursing. we were both wrapped in a large black plastic bag and I was so weak from crying out for help that I laid on the cold cement with babe pressed against me to keep it warm.
No one, not one person even glanced at us, never mind heard our cries. I wept so bitterly and felt my heart so broken that I thought I would die.
I suddenly woke up hearing my first born yelling at his siblings for he thought they had done something to make me cry. I sat up and was still broken hearted and wondered at the fact I had fallen quickly asleep in the middle of the day before my graveyard shift and was crying so loudly my son could hear me downstairs.
after that child after child came my way and my life was altered forever. one day a little boy came to our door hungry. we fed him, I made him a lunch and got him to school. another time some children brought a small boy to us for food. it just snowballed.
No, but the old man with the beard was.Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
(I'm happy to see you developing a warped sense of humor like mine. You learn well from the master, grasshopper.)
I dunno. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
you flatter yourself. I am claiming another master - an ex-coworker, old guy. He's a diabetic, I came in one day to find a small snowman on my desk with a needle stuck in his arm and a note saying "Why is this snowman so happy?" You'd like him. You can be a co master...Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
well done Papayahed, brilliant. You have just garnered my vote for member of the year next year, and I don't even believe in that sort of stuff. You are sharp as a tack, quick on your feet and deliver your lines like a yuk yuk's pro. And you are pretty to boot.
Starr, I think Papayahed is already who she is and you had zero or less to do with it.
That is hilarious about the snowman though. perhaps the gentleman in question was having a diabetic delusion at the time from too much insulin.
Wrong! She is putty in my hands. My brilliant posts are changing her personality as we communicate.Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
Right between my eyes! See, you ARE learning from me.Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Oh wise half master I must disagree.Quote:
Originally Posted by starrwriter
On the first count, brilliant posts? have they been on this website? I think I missed those. Second, I am not so weak minded nor adle brained to change my personality from several mediocre posts. Thirdly, I find this website to be a bastion of niceness and wholesomeness I have not had to pull out the guns and show my acerbic tongue until you forced me into it.
As I indicated before, I AM influencing you -- drawing out the venom in you, among other things. My plan is right on schedule. You'll be a better woman when the process is finished, not a namby-pamby looking for "niceness and wholesomeness."Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
I dreamt last night that me and my boyfriend were in the shopping centre and we were holding hands, and this girl came over (who in real life fancies Luke :() and she said; "why are you holding hands with her?" and I went off crying and looked back and they were laughing at me hugging each other! It was horrible!!!! I hate those dreams!
Recently I have been having some freaky dreams, where random people die due to freak accidents, like last night, I dreamt a girl was walking in between two parked trucks, and suddenly the trucks backed into each other at great speed. The girl died obviously, and the dream is actually quite graphic in that department, with blood splatting all over the place.
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Originally Posted by AimusSage
how horrid! the worst dreams I've had are simply ones with demons chasing me... oh yeah... and that priest who kept his dead daughter's corpse under his bed in a black bag and somehow fed her each day.