The on line archive of the crap that lives in my sleepy brain.
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The on line archive of the crap that lives in my sleepy brain.
Ok, here we go..
How this works is i sleep with a DVR near me, and when i wake up i grab it and dictate my dreams, i don't listen to them until i'm ready to type them out.
Here we go
July 27, 2006, 11:56:48 AM Yay for Date stamping.
This is pretty much a direct transcription, so pardon the disjointed time, but keep in mind this is right after i wake up.
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Dream i was in a play ground, there was a repair crew working oin it, there was a labor force encampment working on things around it, I began.. falling out of the sky, lucid dream elemnt, previous, was in a car, basically made it fly (ramping) landed on a beach, blond kid, nighttime, 10 years old, she ran off, and i followed her to ask where i was, my dad was there. enclosed playground thing with razor wire on a single side, she climbed the fence i followed, she almost cut herself and i did cut myself (no pain), crew member, brunette, 19-22, she curarie darted me, when i went down stairs, there were cells, I had blood red eyes, because of the gold paint thing, some guy, stolen ring, said it was missing no one goes anywhere till we find out whats going on, hostage situation, man with metal mask... "don;t feel bad, i don't know anything about baseball"
strange golden paint process contagion repair on my arm. When it was done it left my arm, kind numb and stiff. Was at a party big house, 40 people. There was fighting and crying, drunk teens, 3 story, tons of bedrooms. before that i was dead, was in an airport, had missed something (not my flight) and as a result i was stuck for a LONG (like decades) time.
Ok, same deal as above.
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A world war, i was a colonel, WW2... future, i was running around doing jobs, and burning this town after i was abandoned, burn a trailer, and there was a German i had run into before and a girl.. i helped him escape. The drive home .. Christmas.. i asked him how long it was gunna be to drive past my house to where were were gunna be and he was like 4-5 hours and i was like thats not gunna do, just turn around and go to my house and we'll get you a backpack change of clothing whatever..
he had souvenirs railroad font, with old German print that said 1835 on it. knives, told him i'd put them on ebay for him. turned around heard some kids talking about lighters or something, and a "Nintendo Zero". got in to my house which had a giant tent cardboard frame in front of it. no one was there, ran in grabbed clothing and such and a card, and a present left for me, yellow ribbon and paper...
same
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in a bar or a restaurant, there was a large street fighter machine the button panel was eye level (I'm 6'4") choose vs or single mode, it had super moves. akuma arrived on screen by crawling up off a beach out of the sea like a monster, all floppy like necro, and the same color blue. Turned into a kind of movie thing with fairuza balk and the blond with the baby from lost. in a cave, and aliens, biting out one of the aliens eyes, size kept shifting at first huge then tiny, i noticed no difference, dream physics. purchase menu int he game, switching back and fourth, two different types of helicopter, armor core style menu, my old senator was there, he was gunna try to scam the place for coffee, pathetic.