First, if you and other interested parties are still out there, I'd kind of like to continue the topic. |
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First, if you and other interested parties are still out there, I'd kind of like to continue the topic. |
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In the topic I did say control gets boring and that even though you know you can control it you can just let your subconcious take over while you continue to know if your subconcious were to throw godzilla your way you could always make him disapear. |
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Yeah, I know a little about LDing and agree, things happen because you expect them to happen or believe they will. If you don't believe you can make yourself fly, you can't. Confidence goes a long way. Same is true in life. (LDing is life--just on a different level.) I was working at a shoe store years ago, an obnoxiously super-confident person told me when she had to get up in the crowded display window to get one pair of shoes, she invariably would knock other shoes down only if she thought she was going to knock them down. Makes sense. Self-fulfilling prophecy. The Little Engine who could didn't say, "I can't. I can't. I can't." |
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Don't worry about offending me about LDing. I haven't had a real Lucid dream in 20 years. That's why I put myself down as a beginner. If you don't keep up with this stuff--life gets in the way and your lose it. LaBerge is right. Afternoon is the best time to LD. Damn, damn f*cking America for not having siestas. |
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Incidently, it isn't just common, middle-class, whitebread Americans who have no idea what these combinations of words mean. Little white American children who are just learning to speak will be horrified by some of these very common images--pictures--and pictures are often what our dreaming mind sends us. You speak ing front of a little kid and you may omit every profane work that you'd like to use to express your anger and all you say is, "I could just skin him alive" or "Blast him." See what happens. See what pictures there dreams draw. Same pictures our minds draw. |
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I apologise for my typing I didn't proof. I'm like a drunk native on a reservation 20 years ago before crystal meth. My religion has been polluted. Oh poor me! |
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YOU, BB, can call me "Mom" though you'd probably want to f*ck me like every other, and I mean EVERY OTHER stupid human being on the face of this planet. I should have chosen the name "MOM." But I am environmentalist and a gardener. I've got a 9x12 porch with rosemary; oregano; basil; lavender; okra; spinach; strawberrry; tomato; mint; garlic; pepper; chives; echanacea; etc. Barley room to walk. Not to mention all the pansies and petunias, dahlias and roses. And all the wildlife who come to visit for a drink of water and get something to eat. Environmentalism is dead in America. |
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