I remembered two dreams last night. For the first, I have a very vague recollection of dreaming about being in the Merlin universe. That's literally all I remember of that dream. My other was as follows: I was myself in the dream, which is fairly rare for me - normally, I'm someone else or, even if I can't see who I am, I get the sensation that it wasn't 'me'. I left my house to walk to the bus stop (it's about a five or six minute walk down the road). I went of my house carrying my work bags, and headed off. A couple of minutes later, I realised I was missing my bags! Assuming I must have somehow put them down part way along, I turned around to find them. Though I was trying to walk back towards my house, I kept forgetting what I was doing and turning around to carry on to work. Then I'd remember and turn back again to look for my bags! I repeated this a few times, walking part way down the street before turning, walking along again towards the bus stop and then heading back towards the house in search of my bags. The street I was walking down wasn't my own real street, though it was to my dream self. There were a lot of people walking around me, going in both directions. It's usually quiet in the morning when I'm walking, but in the dream it was busy. I only really remember one of the people; a little girl who I kept passing as I went back and forth. I don't remember much about her, but she felt significant. She was the only thing in the dream that I felt anything about. I knew I needed to go to work, and I knew I needed to get the bags, but neither seemed important. But I connected something to that girl, emotionally. Couldn't say what though.
The dream began in a bright white building. I had been living in an animal reserve with my family. The only animals i ever noticed were lions and sharks. One day a random girl was "assigned" to me to take care of. She was about 6 and came from an organization that was like a foster home. We slowly bonded and soon were like sisters. She depended on me, and it was an extremely pleasant feeling. We were walking back to the reserve together from an event and met with another group of girls who were from the foster home, and things went downhill from there. The little girl my family and I were walking through the reserve right next to the lions, who were out of their cages, and suddenly a shark came out of the water and began to flop and wiggle on land. One shark leapt over one of the lions and all hell broke loose. The lions all roared and bagan to run. Everyone was very frightened and were all escaping to shelter and safety. I ran in one direction but my family went in another. I began to feel extremely dizzy and i could barely keep my eyes open, and suddenly my girl came and struggled to help me run. Then, voldemort appeared and i regained my strength. I quickly hid the girl in a closet and went to face voldemort, but he was gone. I ran into a room at the end of a hall, and it was not a normal room at all. It was a very large arena made of huge rocks and boulders. I looked up and there was a ring of boulders and voldemort was holding the girl there. I flew up to them, but voldemort grew into a giant and smashed the boulders that the girl and i were standing on. We plummeted toward the ground, and when she hit the ground the dream ended
Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes. Time: I went to bed at around 12:05 AM, but the last thing i remember was my clock saying 2:54. So...hopefully what happened was i fell asleep and woke up at that time. Either way, my final awakening was at about 10:54 AM Jazz Concert: Summary: I'm in my living room with my music instructors. The background section is on one side of the room while the rest of the band is on the other. One of our instructors tells us we have a concert so i start to get my concert clothes on. All the others already have them so they head out, this leaves me in there with one of the instructors. I get the clothes on and decide i want a drink so i pick up the nearest bottle and drink it, i set it down to find out it was some nasty unfiltered cleaning water or something. We all get on a bus. I decide it was somehow a good idea to take all my clothes off except for my underwear. We get to a mall, and we all get off. I walk around, we do some stuff, and then it's time to get back on the bus. We all stop in a crowded hallway before we get on, i then realize i only have my underwear on and start to get embarrassed. The band starts like dancing and i'm sitting there with my hands over my face. One of the instructors asks me what's wrong, i say nothing. This is now the point where i realize i have no music. Thankfully, we go back to my house on the way to the concert. I get my music but now they left without me. Next thing i know, i'm a foreign person complaining about video games outside. Then after that, i find myself walking along a gravel road on my farm, Me and this person get attacked by a monkey and it jumps on the other person, so i try to kick it off. It then comes after me but i stand and yell at it, it seems to stop. After it goes away, i notice i have a huge spider on my hand and instantly wake up. Time: Logged at 7:20 Economics: I arrive to a classroom. I'm apparently taking an economics class. The teacher isn't actually there so we have a substitute and he's very strict. I remember i leave the class to go do something and when i get back, the whole class is like cleaning the school. So much for learning anything. Camping: I'm outside on the garage floor, sleeping in a U.S military modular sleeping bag, while i'm in it. My grandfather decides to launch a firework at me and burn a hole in my sleeping bag. I instantly get up, like seriously? SERIOUSLY?!! why would he burn a hole in that >_<. This is where the scene changes, i'm now in a mountainous snowy place, i get up and bring the sleeping bag to a shack my father is in to complain. However he just sits there and trolls me with stupid remarks. i shot some mean things and leave. Next thing i know i'm waiting in a line wrestling this kid. Then all of a sudden, the snow melts and the ice rises. my view goes into third person and i see myself jumping between each glacier climbing up the hill before everything collapses. I make it. I find myself with other people. The dream then turns into a video game and ends with one of my team mates blowing themselves up. Time: Both economics and camping were logged at about 10:54
This is from sunday. Wake up at 8 am, nap at 8:10 I'm standing on top of a small, man-made hill. Looking down at grassy area. There are some buckets with water and i decide to shoot fire balls at them. So I do, with hand motion like spiderman. I want to make them bigger and the get bigger, and bigger again. Then I walk away and thing really hard what to do. I touch the wall and look around thinking to stabilize "I'm in a dream and it's a real thing". There is a mettalic wall along my right side and doors are opening automatically, like doors on the ship in MGS Sons of Liberty. (I played a few days ago IWL.) There are some people from DV, only recognize Auron. I see Dwight Shrute from The Office walking towards me and passing me and I ask him if he wants to do it. He is surprised, but agrees. We walk into one of the small janitor's closets behind swooshing doors. There are some buckets and mops and stuff. I see a janitor pushing his bucket with the broom and I ask him if we can borrow his closet. He says "sure, just wait for me". (There was a lots of fun talk on IRC today, so I guess that had payed off.)
Updated 06-18-2013 at 01:41 AM by 50242
I'm in a college class room , i look around and i see all of my college mates , i'm going up the stairs to get out using the back door. I'm stopped , one of my colleagues is standing in front of the door and immediately understand what's going on . Every time i try to get out my friend push's me ... i start getting really angry so i use all my force and i get him out of the way, he jumps to the floor and starts pretending he's hurt then he starts screaming : -" Help ! Help! Joel just punched me in the stomach!" He was waiting for my reaction , every body starts putting the blame on me and two guys grab me by my arms and pull me to the lower level of the room where i can see the all class. Every one is condemning me , like i was in medieval court and they wanted me to die by hanging , suddenly a friend of mine stands up from his sit and says : -" It was not him !" just this, he has such an authority that every body shuts up and the guys let me go. After everything calms down i start thinking i was caught in a trap , so i want revenge , i turn over to the plotter of the conspiracy and i say : -" I will have my revenge but unlike you i will not fail" , i'm really nervous for confronting him , after this i wake up.
Wow I haven't posted a dream in forever. But I am really trying to get back into it this time because there is a particular thing I want to do in a LD and I won't stop(hopefully) until I do that. I want to revisit a scene from a dream I had when I was a kid. A dream that stuck with me til this day. I want to go back to that moment and figure some things out. There was this guy that had kidnapped two girls my age and I was there, but not really there, to witness it. Me, Brittany, some weird dude, and maybe some other people were having a little party type get together. We were in the middle of the woods but it also seemed like we were at my house, maybe just in the backyard or something. This guy strolls by our party and wants to join in, so he tells his kidnapped girls not to do anything stupid, and they come join in. No one suspects anything, but since I saw what had happened I knew I had to do something. The three of them sat down at a table and they were facing me. The girl with the black hair had a desperate look on her face that said "help!" I winked at her and excused myself by telling them I had to make a phone call. I walk far enough that I'm not in hearing distance and I call 911. No one answers. I tell them the situation and my address and hang up. When I get back I wait awhile and they still don't come. The girl comments that she wants to see my phone, and I give her a harsh look and tell her no. I try 911 again and I don't remember what happened... I was standing behind the recliner in the living room. My mom was sitting in that recliner and Steph was sitting on the long couch. Leo and Nova got up, Leo grabbed onto Nova's back and then Stella joined in. Those cats were doing the Conga Line! I realized there was no way this could happen and I knew I was dreaming but woke up. When I tried to fall back asleep, I kept telling myself, "I'm in a LD, I'm dreaming" and was doing pirouettes on a large pink surface that was floating on pink clouds. There was a gazebo next to me on this pink surface. I started to lose myself and could feel the dream taking over me and I knew I was dreaming. But then the damn cat started whining at my door and woke me up. I was pissed..
Updated 06-17-2013 at 07:15 PM by 23237
It appears my mantra of "Don't dream about work so much" had the opposite effect. It's a a shame I missed the opportunity to do the Task of the Month. My workplace had added a new gym and spa and I decided to try out their fancy showers. But first, I was having trouble locking the door of my shower stall. The door kept opening even after I thought I had closed the deadbolt. Finally, I managed to slide the bolt a lot further than seemed possible. Confident that the door was locked, I took off my clothes. But then someone outside bumped the door to my stall. Then the door disappeared completely, leaving me exposed to everyone passing outside. I grabbed a black t-shirt and and held in in front of me as I looked outside. It seemed that the doors to all the stalls were gone. I carefully ventured outside, still trying to cover myself with the t-shirt, when I spotted my boss. I told him about the missing doors and he thanked me for bringing the issue to his attention. His attitude puzzled me since it should have been obvious that none of the stalls had doors. I told him I really needed it fixed because I needed to take a shower after my workout. Funny, I don't remember working out. My boss told me that there was a private shower area restricted to employees, and he gave me directions. I started making my way to the private showers, but I was having trouble finding them. The directions my boss gave me didn't seem to make sense. After finding myself at a basement entrance (that doesn't exist in reality), I found my coworker Angie. She directed me to a far corner of the basement, where I found a weight room. The dream ended before I finally got to the showers.
non lucid *I get on to a bus to hid from this strange that is flying around messing with everyone. The bird flies on to the bus to get me. I throw these strange green noodles that were for some reason made out be magical. *I had a bag full of nintendo systems. *I remember waking early in the night thinking wow I just had a lucid dream, but I don't remember at all what happened.
Updated 06-17-2013 at 06:51 PM by 54557
Yesterday, I got a post apocalyptic game called The Last of Us, and played it for 12+ hours until I beat the story. The following dream was inspired by the game. So in the dream, I was turned back into a kid again, I was in my teens like 13 to 14 years old. I was trying to survive on my own from the infected until I find this family. This family consisted of a mother, and her two children; a brother and sister, I did not get their names though. The family took a liking to me and let me join their group to survive with them. While I'm helping them with their travels I talk to the brother and sister, I found out that the sister who is the older one of the two is teaching her younger brother to survive. After this the dream went into a forest setting, and the brother, sister, and I do a training montage. The sister taught her brother close quarters combat, then we teach him how to properly throw hatchets, then finally how to sneak, via capture the flag. The flag was in an open area of the forest, next to a sand pit. The brother was moving silently through the brush to see if there was an opening. I hid behind a bush that was overlooking the flag, until I saw him. I immediately went in to catch him, but got beat to it; his sister tackled him next to the flag. After, we all laughed and I woke up.
Not an interesting LD at all, but hey, it' s a dreamwalking attempt Note: if I rated the control so good, it' s because I managed to stabilize the dream pretty damn well. Lucidity: 10/10 Control: 9/10 Vivacity: 5/10 I just got out of school, but I remember that I forgot my bag. On my way back in I realize that it's actually on my back. I cross the road, ignoring the old man who says that I gotta pass with him. God dammit do I look like I'll jump in front of a car ?. At the other side of the road, I suddenly realize that lots of weird things happened before (things I mostly don' t remember) and blow in my nose. It fails but I honestly don' t give a shit, I'm on summer vacation, and I shouldn't be there. I throw my bag on the floor and check my hand : seven fingers. I rub my hands together when I feel the dream fading away. Unfortunately my subconscious isn't gonna let me do what I want, and I have to battle against my thoughts. -But that's all a dream; it' s not real, my body' s right in my bed ! -Yeah, but see ? I have sensations here. This is as real as reality. See ? I slap myself I'l have a lucid tonig - no, I'll have a long, awesome lucid Around me's a pretty poor neighborhood, the tiny houses are covered with dirt and dust. I keep on rubbing my hands for over five minutes, until the dream seems fairly stable. I think about dreamwalking. Yeah, but Lmrhone' s in a break ... screw that, I'm sure he'd be happy to have me I begin doing the signs, "Oneiros," And I wake up, might have been because I felt like trespassing my way in Lmrhone' s dream.
Non-Dream Dream Lucid Dream 1-I was banging on a piano, trying to play an extremely fast and difficult piece in a minor key. I could see the notes in an abstract bar graph form above the piano. Of course the piece sounded good, even though I was probably hitting all the wrong notes. The dream ended right after I finished. Dream 2-After my second dream (which I forgot) I tried staying still in order to DEILD. After a couple seconds I heard a louder than usual ringing in my hears (HH), indicating I might have been successful. I got out of bed, not sure if I was dreaming or not. When I went outside however, I saw a large apartment complex in place of the creek so now I knew I was dreaming. I flew low to the ground to try to get out of the complex. Along the way I noticed a midway game being played. The apartment complex was transitioning to a carnival. When I made my way into the open, there were two roller coasters in front of me. A full size t-rex was trying to eat the riders, much to my amusement. I tried to control the weather and create a thunderstorm. I was able to summon dark, ominous clouds in the distance. A tornado formed and started going towards me when I woke up.
Bedtime: 12:00 Snack: none WBTB: 5:30, but I forgot to SSILD Aids: I cup (light) peppermint-finger tea (pre-bed) Recall: Very Low Vividness: Very Low Awesome factor: Very Low I only remember a fragment or two about foreign children successfully using crystals or some other such as dream aids.
Hi! Before I tell you about my dream of snakes let me tell you about me & give a little context I just turned 50, am happily, wonderfully married (for almost 25 years; thank God, my wife is the greatest blessing in my life; I must've done something really good in a previous time around), and am the proud Papa of two boys, 12 & 16. I like my job (same one for 20 years) and my dogs. I moved to Israel in the mid-1980s & have never even remotely considered leaving Israel. We are modern-orthodox. My family (back in the USA) is not even remotely religious/observant. I was raised de jure Conservative and de facto nothing. I decide to make aliyah & become frum when I was 23, a very sudden, bolt-out-of-Anatevka decision. (I was watching the film version of "Fiddler on the Roof" when I was 22 and completely freaked when Tevye said, at the very beginning, "Because of our traditions, each one of us knows who he is and what God expects him to do." That was a slapshot to the head from 25 feet out. At the time, I had no idea who I was and that God actually wanted me to dosomething. I decided then and there to become orthodox and move to Israel. Don't knock it; if God could talk to Moses from a burning bush, He could certainly toss a hint my way from an old movie.) And here I am. I've always taken a contrarian delight in bucking the tide. This long pre-dated my decision to become observant, i.e. orthodox, (see above); deciding to become observant was part of it & it is still percolating around now. I've run into a religious rut. The next-to-last verse in the Book of Ecclesiastes says: "The end of the matter, all having been said, fear [the original Hebrew means something more like "be in reverent awe of"] God and keep His commandments, for this is the whole person." I have reverent awe of God & I do my best to keep His commandments but the enthusiasm & the fervor I used to have is long since gone away and I feel like I'm just going through the motions, clutching at forms even as the content is gone. I feel like a hamster on a wheel. I go to synagogue, keep kosher, keep Shabbat [the Sabbath], etc. because I have to and because I don't want not to. Sometimes I think that (since) everybody needs a code to live by & since this one is as good as any and better than most, I might as well stick with it. But is this it? (Please feel free to Google or Wikipedia any term/place/word below that you might not get. I would have liked to put in links but as a newbie here, that's not allowed.) The most interesting series of spiritual experiences I've had recently, if you can call them that, one that has started a whole host of confused doubts to percolate in my heart, was that on April 23, me, my wife & two friends drove to Kiryat Luza on Mt. Gerizim in Samaria to watch the Samaritans bring their Passover offering. (Mini-aside: I think "sacrifice" is a horrible mistranslation of the Hebrew word "korban", which actually comes from a root meaning "to approach" or "to draw near to".) I was impressed, very. Since then, I've been doing my homework (I've always loved doing research), reading up on them. While we were up there on Mt. Gerizim, after they lowered the skewered lambs into the fire pits (it's all over YouTube), we spoke with one young Samaritan from Holon (near Tel Aviv) who answered our questions & did his best to explain their beliefs & customs. On May 17, my colleague/friend from work & I drove to Mt. Gerizim to visit the national park on the summit (the Israel Nature and Parks Authority English site doesn't have a link, the Hebrew site does) and explore Kiryat Luza. We parked right next to the area with the fire pits. I showed my friend the pits & explained how the Samaritans did their Passover offering & then we walked up to the park. We saw some of the Samaritan holy sites: Altar of Isaac, the Eternal Hill/Givot Olam, (see Deuteronomy 33:15, I crouched down and ran my hands over the almost flat stretch of rock, that was very cool; this is my avatar), and where Joshua set up the 12 stones, and took in the astounding view. On May 20, I took the day off to get stuff done at home in the morning & then drove off to the Samaritan neighborhood in Holon (one cul-de-sac street that they're starting to outgrow) to meet with a Samaritan gentleman with whom I have been emailing. I parked opposite one of their synagogues which looks just like one of ours except for the writing in their ancient Hebrew script. We sat in his living room and spoke for several hours. I mainly asked questions about their beliefs & customs and how they differ from ours, and he answered. My host gave me a Samaritan calendar, a few copies of their community newsletter & a little notebook for children learning to read their alphabet. They've published an English translation of their Torah (side-by-side with an English translation of our text for comparative study); when I can spare the $50-60 or so for a copy from Amazon, I would like to buy it. In the mean time, I'm going to try and teach myself their alphabet so I can read their script (the newsletter is in modern Hebrew, their ancient Hebrew, Arabic & English) and, eventually, hopefully, their Torah in the original. He also invited to be in touch with him for a more personal tour of Mt. Gerizim (or "the mountain" as they call it). That would be cool. I know that there are only about 760 or so Samaritans but the cool thing is that there are no Reform Samaritans, no Conservative Samaritans, no orthodox, ultra-orthodox or secular Samaritans, there are just Samaritans, all saying the same prayers, doing the same things, accepting the same spiritual leadership. This is a kind of unity and harmony that we can't even dream about in our wildest fantasies!! We're so f@$%ing rancorously divided among ourselves that it's nauseating; it's like God's words don't count ^ everyone just slangs on each other. Up until last week, I had been merely wondering where I was going with all this, with my newfound fascination with the Samaritans & their similar-to-ours-yet-different faith. I still don't know. Sometimes the point of a journey is the journey itself and not necessarily one's destination, assuming one ever arrives anywhere. A traveler travels and I'm enjoying myself so far. There is a beauty in their unity and a purity and simplicity in their approach to Torah that appeal to me. Now, I don't know how much of this is one doozy of doubt with a good mixture of revulsion over our utter disunity thrown in. I mean is being an orthodox Jew merely my default program, and I'm borne along more by spiritual inertia than anything else? My, that's certainly fun & exciting (not). So, I had a really weird dream last week. I usually do not remember my dreams but this one was very vivid & I haven't been able to get it out of my head/heart. I dreamed that I was bitten by a snake. I dreamed that I was in our old neighborhood & that a small greenish-yellowish snake bit me on the right thigh.There was local swelling & discoloration. I did not feel systemic symptomns. I was wearing khaki shorts & the swelling & discoloration could not be seen by anyone. I knew it was there, I could feel it, but I had to either hike up the shorts or take them half-off to show anybody. I remember thinking that there was poison in my system but only I knew it was there. I relate this to my ongoing spiritual confusion & my fascination with the Samaritans. I know what the snake symbolizes, a la Genesis: temptation, doubt, etc. Why our old neighborhood? Because when my colleague and I drove to Mt. Gerizim that day, we left from there. (I left my car there & we went in his car.) The snake's poison = doubt, and that only I can feel it, that only I know it's there, the meaning of that is obvious. The doubt in my heart is apparent only to me; nobody else can tell. My Samaritan friend has invited to personally guide me around Mt. Gerizim. I'd love to take him up on his offer but part of me is kind of afraid to because maybe I'll want to stay there (spiritually, figuratively) and serve God on that mountain. That idea, to serve God on that mountain, i.e. Mt. Gerizim, has been echoing in my head. I always say that running from temptation is no good because if you run from temptation, it'll just follow you, you have to turn and face it, and stare it down, and tell it to f*ck off & show that it has no power over you. It is as if God has said to me, "You think it's that easy ZVBM? You talk a good game but let's see how you actually play." And like I don't know whether it's my good impulse ("yetzer hatov" in Hebrew) or my bad impulse ("yetzer hara", which isn't really bad per se as it is selfish & self-centered), or both, that's messing with me. And what's really freaking me out about all this is wondering if my Jewish faith is this shallow that it can be so easily rattled? Or is my heart responding to some greater call? Do I have spiritual poison in my system, that I'm being tempted by the Samaritan version of our faith (as I'll put it) or is that my yetzer hara messing with me. I mean it's not like I'm tempted by, say, another faith completely, like Christianity or Islam, God forbid!, I'd sooner die. Oh, and last night, I dreamed that I was some sort of spy, living in deception behind enemy lines. We live in an almost exclusively religious (i.e. orthodox) neighborhood here that is so square it hurts sometimes. Our friends & neighbors would freak if anyone realized that my interest in the Samaritans was anything other than academic. Gagghhhh Any thoughts?
After a long night I finally got a WILD. #191 - 5AM-5:45AM - WILD/DEILD/OBE I hit hard SP and had vibrations. It was a stuggle to transition and once I finally did the dream was weak and unstable. I couldn't see well and it was hard to walk. It's not that I had blindness or darkness, it's more like the dream state itself was weak. First I rubbed my hands and could see them clearly in front of my face. It was not good enough for the rest of the environtment. I was shifty and blurry, fading in and out. I crawed feeling the hardwood and then some random carpet for stablity as I opened doors by reaching and pulling under the bottom edge. I finally made my way outside and as the front door closes behind me there is slience. I become dimly aware that there had been background noise like some sort of strange music. The air was cool and had a slight smell of rain. I am walking now but the dream is still half formed. I call out, "HELLO?" noting the dream sound of my voice. It's always so odd. I half wake up back to SP I stay realxed and feel vibrations and hear that sound that I haven't heard in a long time. Again it feels so hard to do my normal transitions so I revert to just pure visualization. At first it feels like am faking it but it soon forms a full dream. I see my hands again and I easily made my way outside. I realize that I had been mindlessly pulling up segments of my front sidewalk and there is soft mud below. I remember my task to tunnel down to crystal cave so I do with it. The mud is so thick and dark that I am not really getting anywhere. I decide to make an opening by speading my hands and ripping a wide hole in the ground. That seems to be working but I half wake again. I visualize randomness and find myself in a lying in log ride that looks like something from Silver Dollar City. I just go with it and wait it dosn't last long. Back in bed. I try to move but can't. Wait no vibrations. Now, I don't know if it was bordom or menthol but I becan to visualize and form a full sexual fantasy to completion. I'll spare you the details. I was back in SP again when I heard my son crying. That snapped me out of it.
Morning of June 17, 2013. Monday. My dream takes place at an unknown home that I have not seen aspects of in a dream before. It is not up on columns as all the places we have recently lived have been, and it is also made of (painted in a lighter green) concrete blocks for the most part (most of the places we lived recently have been wooden houses). There are more cars and trucks, but in a sparser pattern and along a much busier road than in real life - with four lanes, and in a more commercial area it looks like. There are various items leaning against our house that a member of the public had put there, or perhaps several members of the public. I also even notice one truck pushing against a fence in the back, with the fence at a slight angle. This does not surprise me much at all in my dream, as a lot of people in real life in this region are well-known countrywide for very poor driving and parking skills. The first thing I do is take a hubcap that someone had leaned against our house and happily and aggressively send it rolling away, as well as into oncoming traffic, although it does not distract any of the drivers. (In real life, just walking a short distance to the store, I often see a fair number of broken plastic hubcaps lying in the streets in various areas and on the sidewalk, but the one in my dream is metal - I even hear the “ringing” sound as I fling it and it rolls into the street.). I also pick up all the other things, including tools and car parts and a small toolbox or two that were touching our house and fling them out and some across the street as well. The drivers do not seem annoyed and nothing lands in their way, which is fine, as I do not want to get into trouble for causing an accident anyway. I am still annoyed by the cars along the curb, all looking as if they had been partly disassembled and had been worked on recently by a mechanic (or I should say, someone who only thinks they have competent mechanic skills). Eventually, I walk around to the front and I see someone pouring concrete over the ground including near our garden (and probably eventually to cover that area as well), and ask him what he was doing and why no one had said anything to us. I am not angry with him, as he seems like a simpleton, seeming like a far more “sane” version of Curly Howard, but his work uniform seems slightly circus-clown-like (and I keep reminding him of that fact as I am yelling and using the word “you”, but then saying I do not mean “you” but who you work for). He says that all of the people in the neighborhood are getting this done, so ours was being done in addition to the people that actually ordered it (which sounds quite stupid of course) and was, by vote, decided that everyone “must” have it done - even without any notification. The reason is because the concrete will cover everything, including the grass, and supposedly allow for more ventilation and oxygen, which of course makes no sense at all. This last scene may still not be connected to the broken-down cars on the other side of the house other than the larger truck that was pushing on the fence, which I think was a cement-mixing truck. Dry cement, gravel, and such, have been validated to be linked to dehydration. In one case, after being in an extreme level of dehydration, I dreamt about having clothes filled with gravel as well as another dream about a dry gravel road. I also have completely given up drinking cola (and soda in general as diet soda is even worse), which can cause serious health risks, even in young people. It took a serious health scare to break my cola-drinking habit.
Updated 08-15-2017 at 12:21 PM by 1390
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