Share Your Dreams....
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Amaterasu your words are beautiful as is your soul. Don't worry I'll never give up my dream and let your guide your path to happinessGod loves you my son, the rest of us think your an arsehole.
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i had a dream the i met eddie and it was very vivd
it was awesome and for some strange reason i think i will happen
and maybe one day we will play guitars together for a little while
that would be cool"thiers still time to escape, youve got time to escape
thiers still time so escape,,,,
auuuhhheehhh yaeeahh "0 -
Thank you Muttley-
You lifted my spirits to soar the
height I need.
Time2Escape-THATS a good dream! Wouldn't it be good
to be in your shoes if it does come true?
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It began at night somewhere, I was alone just at the break
of sunset, the last of the remaining light exploding vivid color
through the sky. The parking lot seemed full of activity, an ex-
sepensive car was waiting for me, it was my people waiting for me.
I walked cautiously over the brown car where inside 3 young
men sat discussing business among themselves wondering
where I had been but what did it really matter- I was there
now. I got in the car happy to see someone who had an in-
terest but oblivious at all that I had to be there and this was
a moment of business. An agreed exchange was made and I
soon was driving in the lot with this crew of young men..
The car was was speeding through the lot with only lstreet
lights lamps on and other cars strewn about, " There's PINK, I bet thats PINK in front of us, hey, go see if...." I looked half interested at the little sports car with a lone driver before us, it could have been her, before I could care I just wanted to get out of the car.
Noone was interested in anything but stars and money. Event-
taully my associates let me out safely making sure I was alright
as I was their responsibility I assured them I would be fine and
went off in to the night. I went into the where a glass door let
me in. Where was I? Halls empty but something going on further
in. I proceded slowly in the lit place, I entered a room through
a door, I felt the floor rise to meet me- silence. ' I should pray or
say a prayer before I pass through, I know this, so why didn't
I?' I told myself having not proven where I was but instinct proved
ME right as I peered over to my right to see a wood cross im-
mediately by my side. Holding the church door behind me as to not shut on me, I held myself in the threshold not sure what to think for oh my troubles with God.
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The small chapel was empty only lights warmed the red
carpet beneath my feet and glowed on the brass and empty
chairs, as if I wanted anything, there would be no interup-
tions, only privacy. Maybe another time the worlds on fire
and something has to be done about it. Equal silence in
response. Uh huh... I kept going, treading softly across the
crimson carpet and holy air in on through the door opposite
me and out into reality, the inner sanction of the rest of the
building. Still quiet. Then guess who appears? Silly as ever
to make me smile and question just what the heck he was
doing. Mike from the band. He appeared to me on a stage
with one lone light to light up his presence. Were we on a
stage or just a dark church building hall? He came out as if
at a show happy to be there arm raised in the air finger #1
extended to heaven. With no shirt. I sort of turned my eyes
away, sure I've seen guys without their shirts before but this
was Mike and he looked better than he ever has. He looked
great so I, not wanting to be a distraction myself, I remained
myself to see where the dream would take me. It was mostly
Mike dressing up as different people in silly costumes, almost
extravagant ones and making me smile and others laugh.
But it was all an odd wierd. Something just so dark. It was
so dark everywhere, shadowy. Well as long as everyone is
happy I can go do what I must, seeing Mike happy in the
arms of an equally happy female, I parted to go still further in
to the building. There were alot more dreams but this is plenty
for now. Thank you Mike for letting me share this dream.:)
TAA DAA!0 -
dang amateurso ill read that on my break"thiers still time to escape, youve got time to escape
thiers still time so escape,,,,
auuuhhheehhh yaeeahh "0 -
Don't have the facts here, just a fuzzy rememberance of a dream i had in London back in 1993.
I actually wrote it in my journal much later in 1999.
*i dreamt a long haired man sits at a table in a shabby dive bar. his companion had on a uniform of some kind. things got pretty hairly when the long haired man spat on the bar teneder for insulting comment he made. the bar guy jumped over the bar, not the moon and
knocked the long haired man to the floor and as you would guess a fight ensued. soon some mean police came, draqgging the long haired man out of the bar.
I remember watching this dream from above me. I was not in it, i was observing it. Although i felt very present at the time. i felt an intense need to protect the long haired man. (maybe symbolically it was jesus or someone like him.)
the next morning i awoke with some odd new sense of something. something to this day i cannot define. of course the "duo of dysfunction" my mother and grandmother, were not able to get to me that day after the dream.
big odd sense of power!!
*much later, i figured the guy must have been Ed Vedder, cause soon after that i began to listen to their music.
weird huh?0 -
I don't sleep!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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Originally posted by BhagavadGita
weird huh?
If you wrote it, then yes0 -
Originally posted by Being Enlightened
I don't sleep!
You don't eat
Don't sleep
You don't feed, you don't seethe.
Bare your gums when you moan and squeak
lick the dirt of another one's feet.
But the real question is:
Do you shit where you're not supposed to?0 -
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
You don't eat
Don't sleep
You don't feed, you don't seethe.
Bare your gums when you moan and squeak
lick the dirt of another one's feet.
But the real question is:
Do you shit where you're not supposed to?
I'm not even sure I exist!
I'll answer your question with another.
Hee Hee Hee--Who told you?Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
A man said to the universe,
"Sir! I exist!"
The universe responded:
"That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
--Stephen Crane
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Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
A man said to the universe,
"Sir! I exist!"
The universe responded:
"That fact has not created in me a sense of obligation."
--Stephen Crane
(methinks)
methinksthereforemeamForget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
I think that I am not therefore do I delude?I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.0
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im not rat.
im a rabbit down the hole, in an emeraldgreen wonderland and you are all
FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD!!!0 -
Originally posted by setaside2
I like and dislike at the same time....
In it our world has survived a massive war. A holocaust of nuclear epoch proportions.
The remnants of the human race live in pockets of the ruins of the major metropolitan areas and most are being rebuilt. Things like shopping malls are redone to allow people to officially live where they work and there are multiple apartments throughout the mall. I always have a favorite place to look out at the city and the sunset on the bay is intense. I cannot remember if this is colorado for, if this IS colorado then the great central US earthquake has happened and Denver has become a seaport. I sit in the ruins of a large skyscraper, a place of residence for those that society has cast off or those who do not have the means to live or work in the inner city. The view is always a sight to see. The malls are extraordinary creatures and, in one of them, I have run into the Black Man as head of security. his name tag even calls him "Black Man" which I find fairly interesting... But people spend their lives in these great constructs that are just massive microcosms of what used to be the grandiosity of human civilization. They live and love and play and die, many of them never seeing the sky at all. They have their station in life, their part upon the wheel and they do not deviate either for lack of imagination or for the fear of the unknown... I never know. And I almost always meet someone new in my dream as if I have invited them in to see my vision of the apocalypse and to see if they agree with the flavor or with the taste... or maybe it's like they have woken up to what we really are and how dirty and gritty human life and culture really is... but when I take them up to that skyscraper and they view out upon the city sky and the bay in the distance, the silhouettes of girders and plaster and the remnants of artwork in the breeze... i think they come to an understanding. there is love there, as well, as there is your words. We appear to be connected more by something other than many people would suspect. i would that it would be my charge to learn, ascertain and understand this knowledge either for myself or for the betterment of others. It is too easy for me to fall in love.
but it is a dream that I love because it is so BIG... so huge. it has room for us all... Oh it is a whole world….
i sense it every time: the sunsets are fire, shifts of orange and red... brown... the clouds are always orange as if the sky were no longer blue and the boats in the bay cut lines across a fairly calm sea.
an angry sky?
I would say not. the birds are allowed flight and we are allowed to look upon it... And in my mind the sky is a place of silence. As if it waits upon the next beat.
so I say a sky of silence and provocation.
it senses thought and bends with it as if it were a reed in the wind.
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Originally posted by BhagavadGita
and you are all
FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD!!!
That's why there's a hole there!Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 -
Beside the counting sheep....
********DREAMS ONLY********
This thread is for you and your dreams only.
No time to post today but will soon.
Swirling thoughts of racing power does have
it's say I'll say...0 -
Setaside2- here it is, for heavens sake I hope this gets to you!
To begin with, you are the pilot of your own dreams, I'm just
the co-pilot along for the ride. Yet these rules I apply to my own study, I'll share.
From memory...
Orange (the color) means entertainment. A color of the entertainment industry, people in entertainment ect.
Perhaps such a sky is affiliated with your love of Pearl
Jam? Could be many things or just your state of mind at the
time to allow for the preparation of the dream to take place.
I can tell you this also, that scary black guy won't go away
until you do something about it... You're having a reoccuring
dream which symbolizes unresolved past issues. That "scary" character, is trying to tell you that 'so0 -
Setaside2- here it is, for heavens sake I hope this gets to you!
To begin with, you are the pilot of your own dreams, I'm just
the co-pilot along for the ride. Yet these rules I apply to my own study, I'll share.
From memory...
Orange (the color) means entertainment. A color of the entertainment industry, people in entertainment ect.
Perhaps such a sky is affiliated with your love of Pearl
Jam? Could be many things or just your state of mind at the
time to allow for the preparation of the dream to take place.
I can tell you this also, that scary black guy won't go away
until you do something about it... You're having a reoccuring
dream which symbolizes unresolved past issues. That "scary" character, is trying to tell you that 'something' needs to be addressed right away and won't go away until you do something to change it. You're putting something far away in the depths burying it for another time but the time is now and a scary image is the only way to tell yourself you need to deal with it NOW.
Thats what reoccuring dreams do they haunt you until you re-
solve what you need to confront. And don't be afraid. The
monsters etc are actually healers in disguise trying to get you
to face what you keep substituting 'them' for. Get control of
this dream Seta... confront the 'Black guy' straight on, it's the
only way you'll prevent him from comming back and having con-
trol over you! Then you won't dream that dream or Black guy
anymore. You will have won and a light will replace the dark-
YOU. You can do it! Deal with your issues. Free your
mind...:)0 -
Amaterasu, my reply may be too long to be legal! But I will have to get back to YOU on that.
seta
And Gita, if we've been in each others' dreams, I am honored.
and if you have had similar dreams, then perhaps some notes should be taken so that we may know when it is all about to happen.I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.0
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