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Torn_Humana
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 01:01 PM
Last night I dreamed of a hobo living in the drain of an aqueduct pipe. This man was insane, obviously, as he ate tadpoles straight out of the disgusting water and threw rocks at me as I attempted to retrieve my baseball bat from the area in which he lived. I gathered some friends and family members and we talked to the man, who identified himself as 'Jaerglin', a rebel from some imaginary country. We threw the man down some items, such as a bicycle and a segment of a train track. The bike, he said was useful and he proceeded to ride into a pipe with it, saying he could obtain more food. We then somehow found his 'house', which was a hidden room in a garage. He had maps drawn with thumbtacks inserted everywhere and gibberish written all over it. My friend bumped a portion of a wall and a hidden compartment opened up, revealing a huge stockpile of weapons. We then took them and killed Jaerglin, since he had threatened these kids, and I suggested war be waged upon a near ghetto.

Then I awoke, disgruntled with a cowlick.

alphaknave
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 02:03 PM
Last night I dreamed of a hobo living in the drain of an aqueduct pipe. This man was insane, obviously, as he ate tadpoles straight out of the disgusting water and threw rocks at me as I attempted to retrieve my baseball bat from the area in which he lived. I gathered some friends and family members and we talked to the man, who identified himself as 'Jaerglin', a rebel from some imaginary country. We threw the man down some items, such as a bicycle and a segment of a train track. The bike, he said was useful and he proceeded to ride into a pipe with it, saying he could obtain more food. We then somehow found his 'house', which was a hidden room in a garage. He had maps drawn with thumbtacks inserted everywhere and gibberish written all over it. My friend bumped a portion of a wall and a hidden compartment opened up, revealing a huge stockpile of weapons. We then took them and killed Jaerglin, since he had threatened these kids, and I suggested war be waged upon a near ghetto.

Then I awoke, disgruntled with a cowlick. <img> I enjoyed this very much. If you have any more dreams, I tihnk you should post them in here too. I think there are enough dream in one month to write a novel of intresting gibberish.

It seems that you deeply want to free our city of the "unplesantness."

Prussian
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 03:27 PM
I want EVERY! member of this Staff (non-NF Staffer) who is NOT a friend of mine and who is NOT 100%! LOYAL!, personally, to me OFF! this Staff RIGHT NOW! Submit your resignations herein. If you decide to stay on-Staff as a GENUINE friend of mine as well as 100%! LOYAL! to me, this is what you'll HAVE to do (as a minimum): 1.) if you have a problem with ME or MY policies, CONTACT ME IN PRIVATE!!! ...DON'T air such grievances in public--you're all forewarned ...2.) if ANY! of you GO AGAINST (in ANY! way, shape, or form) me in the FACE (i.e., public) of my enemies on this website again I shall consider and treat you as my ENEMY and will treat you thereafter as such (COME WHAT MAY! ). Again, you're forewarned.
If you can't be a LOYAL! FRIEND! in Germanic preservation, herein, then f-you. I mean it.
no joke, there's about 3 or 4 of you I want off my Staff RIGHT NOW. Love me or leave me....get out of my face.
Come on Goddamnit, if you don't have any or much respect for me, I want you out of my and Skadi's life. Let's do it...I want you OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of here.
You both went against me in public on Skadi versus wpmp3. You're both on my Staff. Such defiance will NEVER!! happen again. I haven't forgotten. I love both you girls, but if y'all aren't willing to love and be close to me back; then we're all wasting my/our time with total bullshit. And, if y'all want off Skadi Staff, please, let me know; thank you. /M.

alphaknave
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 04:43 PM
As I have said, you have my support in removing unstable leaders.

Appalachian
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 07:31 PM
I recall once having a dream about a drain-pipe. It was much less complex and violent, though.

As I recall, it simply involved standing by one end of the pipe and listening to someone on the other end play a beautiful trumpet solo. Then we went for coffee.

The end.

Torn_Humana
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 07:42 PM
Wow, sounds interesting.....

alphaknave
Thursday, March 24th, 2005, 09:50 PM
Dreams are always confusing. They can be clear, strange, scattered, pointless, pointful, or something that already happened to you in real life. I've found that they don't necessarily reflect the day before's thoughts, but sometimes can. I usually don't remember most of my dreams, as I "have" them every night, but just don't remember when I wake up. Makes me wonder what I missed...

Imperator X
Friday, March 25th, 2005, 12:22 AM
I had a messed up dream. I had a dream I was in my old backyard in Rhode Island and there was a table with five chairs, and I was sitting with three red haired girls wearing white clothing with flowers in their hair, there was also an old woman there as well. It seemed this woman was a prophetess or something, so I asked her when I was going to get married, and she replied "You should focus on money." But then one of the girls said "He has a right to know the answer." So the old crone took out some kind of big folded hibiscus-like flower and she handed it to me and it opened up and I looked inside and there was a map of the globe with nuclear bombs wiping out all the vegetation and there was just desert and then, where there was water these synchronized swimmers spelled out the words "There will be no women." and then I saw a vast ocean with people near the edge of a beach and there were these men all in black with masks and automatic guns and the people were sacrificing themselves baptizing and drowning in the water and the people were being urged by the black clad soldiers to sacrifice themselves or go back home, and then text started rolling up that said in 2100 there would be a revival of the "Cybelean" cults. I.e. Cybele a mediterranean goddess served by eunuch priests.

One of the most vivid and interesting dreams I've ever had.

alphaknave
Friday, March 25th, 2005, 02:16 AM
I had a messed up dream. I had a dream I was in my old backyard in Rhode Island and there was a table with five chairs, and I was sitting with three red haired girls wearing white clothing with flowers in their hair, there was also an old woman there as well. It seemed this woman was a prophetess or something, so I asked her when I was going to get married, and she replied "You should focus on money." But then one of the girls said "He has a right to know the answer." So the old crone took out some kind of big folded hibiscus-like flower and she handed it to me and it opened up and I looked inside and there was a map of the globe with nuclear bombs wiping out all the vegetation and there was just desert and then, where there was water these synchronized swimmers spelled out the words "There will be no women." and then I saw a vast ocean with people near the edge of a beach and there were these men all in black with masks and automatic guns and the people were sacrificing themselves baptizing and drowning in the water and the people were being urged by the black clad soldiers to sacrifice themselves or go back home, and then text started rolling up that said in 2100 there would be a revival of the "Cybelean" cults. I.e. Cybele a mediterranean goddess served by eunuch priests.

One of the most vivid and interesting dreams I've ever had.
You have the gift of foresight.... maybe.

Rhydderch
Saturday, March 26th, 2005, 12:03 PM
I also find that I don't usually dream about something I've been thinking of during the day, unless I've already been preoccupied with it for a number of days. My dreams are often of something which has flashed through my mind that day, but which I haven't really thought about fully; the dream picks up on the thought and somehow turns it into a sort of story.
It tends to be a fairly specific length of time between this flashing thought and my dreaming about it.