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Haha! Honestly, I don't drink much at all, maybe once or twice a month, and even then, it's just one or two drinks.

I think your dreams are trying to tell you what you may miss out on if you keep drinking so much

Seriously, though, sorry your dream blacked you out! Fun, though!

(Have been actually staying in hotel with friends for past week-and-a-half, which is why I haven't been by much ... but in separate beds, mind!)

She said that I'd throw up in there quite a few times because of something with the amount of oxygen down there.

Lol!

The only way out will cause you to throw up. I think I'll book a room there for my family...if there are any vacancies!

LOL! It was probably pretty awesome. I can be a pretty crazy chick, especially in my dreams. If only I could remember what happened...if only dream me hadn't blacked out. DAMN YOU DREAM ALCOHOL!

And thanks! It's going well so far, just working quite a bit. It's nice though; I felt like I was going crazy without a job for 8 months!

I couldn't remember a damn thing about the night before! I must have blacked out

Don't you just love those moments? It's like, "Damn, what did I do last night?"

And then your dream friends start giggling at you and talk about:

"Woooah you were amazing last night, I didn't know you could DO that!"

"So that's how you do it with the Elves' pointy ears?"

"I never knew a person could do that with a tennis ball."

Which makes you even MORE worried on what you did.



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On a different note, hope things are going okay at your new job.

That's a good question...I don't really remember.

I didn't figure you would. If figured you would have said something about it.

I bet that resolution to that issue played a part in the dream ending though. It would require a long time of studying conflict and resolution vs. dream skips and dream termination to show any correlation, but I believe it was more than coincidence.

That's a good question...I don't really remember.

Did you recalling feeling any better after the guy told you where to stand without anyone seeing you?

Then, a manager got on the intercom and announced that soon it would be Fairy Wing Day, and we could dress as fairies to work. I got excited and started to plan out a fairy costume. I already have some wings.

That's one awesome boss/manager.

I touched it. I then caught a whiff of sweat. It was from the shirt. I thought about how very hauntingly strange it was that his shirt still smelled like sweat and all that, but he was no longer alive.

That's exactly what I would have thought. A product of his life still active while the thing that created it no longer exists. It's a weird thing.

Thanks!! ^_^ It has been such a great change of pace! I'm glad I have something to keep me busy again. Plus, I've wanted to work there for a long time, and now I finally am!

I'm glad you're content with your new job, I wish you the best!

it was dead. Big surprise. That's what happens when you neglect an animal for 2 months.

Lol!

Fun stuff ... you can't talk through your gritted teeth, while discussing your dreams, which certainly could have been a clue that you were still dreaming ... ain't the mind a wonderful thing?

And I loved the sticking the M & M bags on your feet! Great stuff!

Lucky you, at least you remembered some frags. I just have horrible recall on Mondays since I wake up around 5-6:45 AM, with no WBTB at all. Maybe this nap might help, and tonight might be better for me.

And the cat cuddling must've been cute too.

I remember a few dreams of mine where it was like that. It's like being the higher self watching an aspect of ourselves in a different view. It does feel weird though, doesn't it?

Yeah! That makes sense...I hadn't thought of it like that. It wasn't weird at the time I was having the dream, but looking back afterwards, it's kind of confusing. o_O

You really are a romantic type. Poetic language and all. Not that's a bad thing, it's cool being able to extend your feelings towards someone with more descriptive thoughts.

Aw thanks! Poetry and prose are kinda my thing. I write quite a bit of both, and my mind just...thinks in that type of language on a daily basis. Sometimes, I feel like my life is a book, a story. I also feel as if I can communicate best through writing. I'm just not as good with speaking my thoughts as I am with writing them out.

I was suggesting that I liked him and wanted to be with him, but not going right out and saying it; I was using very poetic language.

Awwww

I saw him from the viewpoint of myself sitting on the stairs next to him, watching him play the acoustic guitar

I remember a few dreams of mine where it was like that. It's like being the higher self watching an aspect of ourselves in a different view. It does feel weird though, doesn't it?

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You really are a romantic type. Poetic language and all. Not that's a bad thing, it's cool being able to extend your feelings towards someone with more descriptive thoughts.

I don't think I could pull off a Haiku or something like that to make a point.

It was really cool, and very, very vivid as well. I hadn't gotten to interact with my guide in awhile, so that was really nice. I wish I could remember what we talked about though, besides sunscreen and his wounded arm.

And thanks!! I'm really excited about working again! I need this job so bad, and it's at a store I like to shop at anyway. I'm stoked!

Oh my, beach setting with your guide, that's a perfect and safe environment to enjoy a conversation with higher aspects of yourself, cool! Sorry for the blood thing though, I guess your guide really cares about you, and tries to not bring you down with something like blood dripping down. Your guide must be really awesome! And you're appreciative of your guide as well, I find it difficult for me to do that in dreams, especially with me treating dream characters as inferior to me.

Hopefully I'll get better at being more thoughtful like you were to your guide in the future.

Also, congratulations on the new job!

Hey now, I've tried shared dreaming before and had a small success, though the other person only remembers a tiny bit of it. Besides, I wouldn't intrude into your consciousness like that. I'd ask you first. I feel like it's only polite.