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IronicMn <ironi…@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20000827104811.23118.00001801@ng-cj1.aol.com… > Well I tend not to make decisions either adn its true life makes them for me. > The default here is not getting married and continuing to be single and lonely, > to the extent that some of my loneliness is based on being single.
Yep…I see what you’re saying. It seems that life has already made that decision for me. I really have very little desire to put any effort into trying again. > Interestingly, career wise I never knew how to "find a job" and fell into what > I do. after four years I got a call from a big firm that wanted to hire me on > a short term basis. THe job came to me, not me to them.
Yep…that’s sort of how I found my job. That’s also why I’m unwilling to leave it, though I’m sorely unhappy in it. Another case of my not making a decision, and letting life do it for me.
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No, I happen to think you’re totally cool. OTS – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -IcanBanangel wrote in message <8oa68q$pv…@slb1.atl.mindspring.net>… >IronicMn <ironi…@aol.com> wrote in message >news:20000827002927.22112.00000587@ng-fx1.aol.com… >Ok, if you say so. I seem to have a tendency to drag people down with me, >though. If I had any sense, I’d watch out for doing that and keep all this >stuff to myself, like so many people seem able to do.
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Gee, thanks, man. I needed that. Wing Commander Sandcastle <sandcas…@sandcastle.worldonline.co.uk> wrote in message news:39a9781f@news.server.worldonline.co.uk… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> No, I happen to think you’re totally cool. > OTS > IcanBanangel wrote in message <8oa68q$pv…@slb1.atl.mindspring.net>… > >IronicMn <ironi…@aol.com> wrote in message > >news:20000827002927.22112.00000587@ng-fx1.aol.com… > >Ok, if you say so. I seem to have a tendency to drag people down with me, > >though. If I had any sense, I’d watch out for doing that and keep all this > >stuff to myself, like so many people seem able to do.
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Well I tend not to make decisions either adn its true life makes them for me. The default here is not getting married and continuing to be single and lonely, to the extent that some of my loneliness is based on being single. Interestingly, career wise I never knew how to "find a job" and fell into what I do. after four years I got a call from a big firm that wanted to hire me on a short term basis. THe job came to me, not me to them. I took it for a huge amount fo money. Its onbly for three months though. Life made the dcision for me. IronicMn
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IronicMn <ironi…@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20000827002927.22112.00000587@ng-fx1.aol.com… Ironic: > No doubt my dream was in response to the power of suggestion from this NG, but > that is OK. Dont feel that it is your fault or that you ahve to
appoligize adn Ok, if you say so. I seem to have a tendency to drag people down with me, though. If I had any sense, I’d watch out for doing that and keep all this stuff to myself, like so many people seem able to do. > DONT worry abotu the effect the things you say to me will have in my Future. I > am a big boy, I can handle it.
Heh…ok. I don’t think anything I say could have an impact on anyone’s future, really. Just the present, maybe. > Yes there are decision I have to make in my future such as AM if going to get > married and WILL I date seriously and how should I go about looking for > appropriate people.
Well, those are some big decisions…they could have an effect on your dream life. Personally, I choose not to make decisions. Life tends to make them for me, regardless of my opinions. Angela
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Angela: No doubt my dream was in response to the power of suggestion from this NG, but that is OK. Dont feel that it is your fault or that you ahve to appoligize adn DONT worry abotu the effect the things you say to me will have in my Future. I am a big boy, I can handle it. Yes there are decision I have to make in my future such as AM if going to get married and WILL I date seriously and how should I go about looking for appropriate people. IronicMn
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Hugs ^ Transfinite number. OTS – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote in message <8o8f24$hj…@freenet9.carleton.ca>… >"Wing Commander Sandcastle" (sandcas…@sandcastle.worldonline.co.uk) writes: >> I remember this pretty weird one I had where there were all these weird kind >> of runes, and I figured they were Viking kind of runes, and anyhow, ask me >> how, I discovered that strangely these runes were telling the tale of a >> great Viking king, and it was really weird. Then I woke up. >Oh, you just keep telling me of those super wow dreams just to nag me >cause I dram boring stuff;-). >> Did I tell about the rocket launcher & the penguin? Erm…probably best to >> leave that one out, I expect. >Yep. I remember that one. Kabooming penguins, tuut tuut…:) >> I’ve had a couple of lucid dreams, in which I was able to dimly control the >> external environment. I get the feeling that lucid dreams are meant for deep >> spiritual purposes, ‘cos as soon as I began to consider Certain >> Ramifications, so to speak, the damn thing ended! Well, you can’t blame me >> for trying… >Wouold just make sense. I think those are whgen we are not as unconscious >as usually in sleep, wehre then if we get to think too much, we are no >longer in tha dream mode of sleep, and the dream ends. >I used to play controlling that fine balance when a young adult and teen… >> A lot of my dreams are to do with rivers, and fish, and mountains. >> Places…dreamscapes. >> I do a lot better out there, ‘cos I hardly ever exist as me – only the >> observer. Which is fine enough. >Do you ever see yourself in your dreams? >I seem to see "through my eyes" in my dr3eams and never see me. Maybe it >happened once or twice but the very rare exception. Weird it is then:). >> Sometimes I have had dreams where some decidely dubious things have >> happened, but I generally rationalise those ones away – easy to do – ‘cos >> they’re dreams – not real, eh? Just a bunch of neurons randomly flashing >> their learned patterns. It doesn’t matter, ‘cos when I awake I feel bad, and >> if I feel bad, then I know it’s not "me" – but do bear in mind that "me" >> might not be the homunculus in the Cartesian theatre, I might just be a >> "multiple draft" – a consensus view…and all the brain can do is recoil in >> horror and think "Jesus, if ‘I’ am a myth, what am ‘I’ scared of?"… >Rolling the boulder up the hill each day;-) >> Pass the cornflakes, dear? >Not done reading the back yet;-):) >Chloe >> OTS >> Eleonore Beaudoin wrote in message <8o6d9i$fq…@freenet9.carleton.ca>… >>>Sounds like in that dream, everyine knows of a relaity or another that you >>>are left out, where you are talked about the details of hwo to go on >>>with it after the feact 9the talk about compatible or not with the >>>wife happening after the wediing is there). >>>I had dreams of some kind of similarity, recurring for eyars, after the >>>assault. >>>There is two I rememebr parts of. >>>One of them, I am walking on a street downtown, just tajkking a happy >>>stroll enjoying myself when soemoen comes to me and says they need my >>>ehalp. The man looks in a hurry and his face shows it seems to be serious >>>and not lunacy, as if he had no time to explain, where he only says this >>>as he pulls me by the arm to where he needs me to be, obviously, to be of >>>help. He says that they just need soemoen to be a witness to what will eb >>>said in court. Oh well. The next thing I know, I have been sittign in >>>court, on a table side I coudl not even know is either the defendant or >>>plaintiff’s side, nor am I even making anybsense yet of what is being >> debated >>>or trialed or presented. I hear a hammer fall down, and as I am still just >>>sitting down, in fact, not even having catch up my breath yet, I see two >>>men walk tp me, make me stand up, turn me around, wham handcuffs locked on >>>my wrosts and push me out of the court room through a back door elading to >>>what I suddenly realize woudl be a bride to jail! I try and say ‘But I was >>>just asked to come here ass a witness! Woe! I just happen to be here out >>>of some total coincidence, I have nothign to do with this trial! I justw >>>as at the bad place at the "rght time"!" But no one ehars. All faces in >>>the audience I try and turen to to see a light of hope that someone , at >>>least ONE person is not out of their mind, all faces show an understood >>>frown of applauding my being thrown in jail, as if I would be to then >>>clearly guilty of whatever they decided someoen had to be. Dream ends as I >>>am pushed strongly towards the back door, where all my begging to be >>>ehard is just taken as the moaning of a convicted guilty eprson not liking >>>the outcome that yet woudl be right, when it makes absolutely no sense. >>>Secodn dreasm I remember. >>>I was taking a walk and stopping in a building cafeteria to sit down a few >>>minutes before 3alking back home, in a happy serene dreamery sda state. >>>As I am trying to have a sip of coffee, I suddenly see poeple with facial >>>expressiosn pretty much like the one in the previous dream, in the >> audience. >>>I start fe4leing uneasy but brush it off thinking that they dunno me and >>>certianly are not then expressing their feelings about me in that, can;t >> be! >>>As I ahve another sip of coffee, I hear a sort of muffled rumour going >>>around here and there, then everywhere, where each tiem I raise my ehad, >>>it stops, and all just look at me with their pinched face expression >>>meaning "Is it not a total disgusting cry and shame to see people like >>>that live freely?". I then think they really are all out of their mind,s >>>but whatever. Seemed peiole were that way in life, did I think in my >>>dream, so might as well finish the coffee I came there to enjoy and just >>>not even pay attention to them. >>>But suddenly I start overhearing the rumours going on, the words of it. I >>>hear soemoen say "She was the one. Sittign right there she is now!". I >>>just think "Oh sigh, gte off thwhatever it is you wanna play". I keep on >>>just minding my busness when the comments of that kind, with all possible >>>variations , are heardm said more and more clearly, with all of them >>>looking at me and exchangign looks between them. One then says "It’s her. >>>I known it is" or soemthign lieik that, saying soemthign I do not remember >>>but say here somehtign like "She was the oen that made Gill lose her >>>umbrella". Others start chipping in with believing her words and making >>>comments of the defamtion and accusatory type. I then say I never knew >>>any Gill and never cared for umbrellas myself,, never owned one and never >>>wished to either, or whatever f the kind in reply to whatever it was they >>>were trying to pass on me, tag on me. But another then says that yes it is >>>true, it is me, that they knew me very well. I look at them. Never saw >>>then in my life, so they are making this up. From all being unrelated >>>strangers, they all simply are using the invention of some flase >>>accusations and I can see accusatioin in soemthign that never even >>>happened either, to sort of build up an instant and synthetic bond between >>>them. Oh-ho. Scitty beam me up! As soem of them were gettign up, ready to >>>walk my way and circle me, poof, the dream ended, I woke up in nightmarish >>>sweats again. >>>Those dreams went on and on and on and on for three long years. >>>I normally never dream, save once in a very blue moon, where usually >>>soemthign in the coming three days comes to make me see I was sort of >>>sensing things coming through that dream I had. >>>Those were totally post traumatic though, and were there for thrtee eyars. >>>One before the trial, one sduring the trial, one after the trial. Just >>>hellish thing of no rest sleep had become… >>>But in those, everyone seemd to be in on some rality of their invention >>>and concoction, spontaneoulsy invented, and not making any head or tails >>>and yet "defined as reality" within the dream itself, in how it was just >>>decalred so by all, wehre I seemed to eb the only one living soem other >>>reality than the invented one, so to speak. >>>Mnay years before, I had such dreams on another sort of angle, twenty >>>nine nights in a row. >>>In them, I was just merrily invited to go here or there, where what was >>>understood in real life to be for instance ice fishing woudl end up >>>fishing in the middle of summer on a lake, unfrozen of course, and with >>>the fishing line just hanging inthe water through the end of a log one >>>had to sit at the opposite end of. As everyoen on the lake seemed to be >>>merrily fishing as if that was and always had been what ice fishing had >> been, >>>I went in my dream "Nice, but that is not what icefishing is. Ice fishing, >>>as the words say, is fishing on ice…Through a bhole in the ice..Not on >>>logs through a hole in the logL:)". Suddenly there was a total silence on >>>the lake, wehre everyoen turned their face at me, then at my boyfriend of >>>the time, as if offering him compassion and support for being stuck with >>>soemoen like me totally absent to reality. Say what???? >>>Or then I woudl be invited for a drive with my son, where when we woudl >>>get to the car, the streering wheel woudl be on the worng side, as in UK… >>>Where then I got in my car on the passenger’s side instead fo the drover. >>>I then woudl laugh and say ‘Oh, you ahd the streering switched to the >>>other side?? Heheh:) Funny that will be to drive. Move over kiddo. >>>Passenger seat for you is now the other side". Where my bf woudl then say >>>"But Chloe, nothign was changed. Stererign wheels always have been that >>>side in Canada". I then woudl say ‘Oh yeah? Then tell me howcome my four >>>year old son went to sit on that side as if known to him by havbit as >>>being the passenger’s side?". I was then answered with an odd
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"Wing Commander Sandcastle" (sandcas…@sandcastle.worldonline.co.uk) writes: > I remember this pretty weird one I had where there were all these weird kind > of runes, and I figured they were Viking kind of runes, and anyhow, ask me > how, I discovered that strangely these runes were telling the tale of a > great Viking king, and it was really weird. Then I woke up.
Oh, you just keep telling me of those super wow dreams just to nag me cause I dram boring stuff;-). > > Did I tell about the rocket launcher & the penguin? Erm…probably best to > leave that one out, I expect.
Yep. I remember that one. Kabooming penguins, tuut tuut…:) > I’ve had a couple of lucid dreams, in which I was able to dimly control the > external environment. I get the feeling that lucid dreams are meant for deep > spiritual purposes, ‘cos as soon as I began to consider Certain > Ramifications, so to speak, the damn thing ended! Well, you can’t blame me > for trying…
Wouold just make sense. I think those are whgen we are not as unconscious as usually in sleep, wehre then if we get to think too much, we are no longer in tha dream mode of sleep, and the dream ends. I used to play controlling that fine balance when a young adult and teen… > > A lot of my dreams are to do with rivers, and fish, and mountains. > Places…dreamscapes. > I do a lot better out there, ‘cos I hardly ever exist as me – only the > observer. Which is fine enough.
Do you ever see yourself in your dreams? I seem to see "through my eyes" in my dr3eams and never see me. Maybe it happened once or twice but the very rare exception. Weird it is then:). > > Sometimes I have had dreams where some decidely dubious things have > happened, but I generally rationalise those ones away – easy to do – ‘cos > they’re dreams – not real, eh? Just a bunch of neurons randomly flashing > their learned patterns. It doesn’t matter, ‘cos when I awake I feel bad, and > if I feel bad, then I know it’s not "me" – but do bear in mind that "me" > might not be the homunculus in the Cartesian theatre, I might just be a > "multiple draft" – a consensus view…and all the brain can do is recoil in > horror and think "Jesus, if ‘I’ am a myth, what am ‘I’ scared of?"…
Rolling the boulder up the hill each day;-) > Pass the cornflakes, dear?
Not done reading the back yet;-):) Chloe – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> OTS > Eleonore Beaudoin wrote in message <8o6d9i$fq…@freenet9.carleton.ca>… >>Sounds like in that dream, everyine knows of a relaity or another that you >>are left out, where you are talked about the details of hwo to go on >>with it after the feact 9the talk about compatible or not with the >>wife happening after the wediing is there). >>I had dreams of some kind of similarity, recurring for eyars, after the >>assault. >>There is two I rememebr parts of. >>One of them, I am walking on a street downtown, just tajkking a happy >>stroll enjoying myself when soemoen comes to me and says they need my >>ehalp. The man looks in a hurry and his face shows it seems to be serious >>and not lunacy, as if he had no time to explain, where he only says this >>as he pulls me by the arm to where he needs me to be, obviously, to be of >>help. He says that they just need soemoen to be a witness to what will eb >>said in court. Oh well. The next thing I know, I have been sittign in >>court, on a table side I coudl not even know is either the defendant or >>plaintiff’s side, nor am I even making anybsense yet of what is being > debated >>or trialed or presented. I hear a hammer fall down, and as I am still just >>sitting down, in fact, not even having catch up my breath yet, I see two >>men walk tp me, make me stand up, turn me around, wham handcuffs locked on >>my wrosts and push me out of the court room through a back door elading to >>what I suddenly realize woudl be a bride to jail! I try and say ‘But I was >>just asked to come here ass a witness! Woe! I just happen to be here out >>of some total coincidence, I have nothign to do with this trial! I justw >>as at the bad place at the "rght time"!" But no one ehars. All faces in >>the audience I try and turen to to see a light of hope that someone , at >>least ONE person is not out of their mind, all faces show an understood >>frown of applauding my being thrown in jail, as if I would be to then >>clearly guilty of whatever they decided someoen had to be. Dream ends as I >>am pushed strongly towards the back door, where all my begging to be >>ehard is just taken as the moaning of a convicted guilty eprson not liking >>the outcome that yet woudl be right, when it makes absolutely no sense. >>Secodn dreasm I remember. >>I was taking a walk and stopping in a building cafeteria to sit down a few >>minutes before 3alking back home, in a happy serene dreamery sda state. >>As I am trying to have a sip of coffee, I suddenly see poeple with facial >>expressiosn pretty much like the one in the previous dream, in the > audience. >>I start fe4leing uneasy but brush it off thinking that they dunno me and >>certianly are not then expressing their feelings about me in that, can;t > be! >>As I ahve another sip of coffee, I hear a sort of muffled rumour going >>around here and there, then everywhere, where each tiem I raise my ehad, >>it stops, and all just look at me with their pinched face expression >>meaning "Is it not a total disgusting cry and shame to see people like >>that live freely?". I then think they really are all out of their mind,s >>but whatever. Seemed peiole were that way in life, did I think in my >>dream, so might as well finish the coffee I came there to enjoy and just >>not even pay attention to them. >>But suddenly I start overhearing the rumours going on, the words of it. I >>hear soemoen say "She was the one. Sittign right there she is now!". I >>just think "Oh sigh, gte off thwhatever it is you wanna play". I keep on >>just minding my busness when the comments of that kind, with all possible >>variations , are heardm said more and more clearly, with all of them >>looking at me and exchangign looks between them. One then says "It’s her. >>I known it is" or soemthign lieik that, saying soemthign I do not remember >>but say here somehtign like "She was the oen that made Gill lose her >>umbrella". Others start chipping in with believing her words and making >>comments of the defamtion and accusatory type. I then say I never knew >>any Gill and never cared for umbrellas myself,, never owned one and never >>wished to either, or whatever f the kind in reply to whatever it was they >>were trying to pass on me, tag on me. But another then says that yes it is >>true, it is me, that they knew me very well. I look at them. Never saw >>then in my life, so they are making this up. From all being unrelated >>strangers, they all simply are using the invention of some flase >>accusations and I can see accusatioin in soemthign that never even >>happened either, to sort of build up an instant and synthetic bond between >>them. Oh-ho. Scitty beam me up! As soem of them were gettign up, ready to >>walk my way and circle me, poof, the dream ended, I woke up in nightmarish >>sweats again. >>Those dreams went on and on and on and on for three long years. >>I normally never dream, save once in a very blue moon, where usually >>soemthign in the coming three days comes to make me see I was sort of >>sensing things coming through that dream I had. >>Those were totally post traumatic though, and were there for thrtee eyars. >>One before the trial, one sduring the trial, one after the trial. Just >>hellish thing of no rest sleep had become… >>But in those, everyone seemd to be in on some rality of their invention >>and concoction, spontaneoulsy invented, and not making any head or tails >>and yet "defined as reality" within the dream itself, in how it was just >>decalred so by all, wehre I seemed to eb the only one living soem other >>reality than the invented one, so to speak. >>Mnay years before, I had such dreams on another sort of angle, twenty >>nine nights in a row. >>In them, I was just merrily invited to go here or there, where what was >>understood in real life to be for instance ice fishing woudl end up >>fishing in the middle of summer on a lake, unfrozen of course, and with >>the fishing line just hanging inthe water through the end of a log one >>had to sit at the opposite end of. As everyoen on the lake seemed to be >>merrily fishing as if that was and always had been what ice fishing had > been, >>I went in my dream "Nice, but that is not what icefishing is. Ice fishing, >>as the words say, is fishing on ice…Through a bhole in the ice..Not on >>logs through a hole in the logL:)". Suddenly there was a total silence on >>the lake, wehre everyoen turned their face at me, then at my boyfriend of >>the time, as if offering him compassion and support for being stuck with >>soemoen like me totally absent to reality. Say what???? >>Or then I woudl be invited for a drive with my son, where when we woudl >>get to the car, the streering wheel woudl be on the worng side, as in UK… >>Where then I got in my car on the passenger’s side instead fo the drover. >>I then woudl laugh and say ‘Oh, you ahd the streering switched to the >>other side?? Heheh:) Funny that will be to drive. Move over kiddo. >>Passenger seat for you is now the other side". Where my bf woudl then say >>"But Chloe, nothign was changed. Stererign wheels always have been that >>side in Canada". I then woudl say ‘Oh yeah? Then tell me howcome my four >>year old son went to sit on that side as if known to him by havbit as >>being the passenger’s side?". I was then answered with an odd astonish > look, >>where my then bf woudl say "But…It is not the passengers side bu the >>drivers side". -Yes, I see that now, but my son is four eyar old and four >>eyar olds do not drive!:)". Again an astonished look as if I was fgrom >>another planet, where I was met with
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IronicMn <ironi…@aol.com> wrote in message
news:20000825125646.23972.00000685@ng-ft1.aol.com… > Well, no one seems to be adressing my post about Percentages Perceptions adn > Reality, but here is something Ironic that happened as a result of this
NG. I read it last night, but didn’t have time or energy to respond. I will, though. : ) > It goes to what PArtyman said abotu how can you be affected by people you have > never even met. > Last night I answered Angelas post about dreams, and then last ngiht I had a > very intense dream about my ex-fiance. It was really weird since I nver have > dreamed about her in the past five years and here it happened the day after I > responded to the dream post.
Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to make you think about it. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> It was so unbeleiveable and story like ( in a bizzare fantasy way) that I will > share it for its entertainment value. > The dream started and I was getting married. It was before the wedding and > apparently I was getting married to the Sister of my Ex-Fiance (who in real > life is already married, I havn’t seen her in four years, she is younger than > my ex adn she is WAY too religious for me). I was hanging out with the guest > before the wedding adn most of her guests were speaking a language I did not > understand. > The next thing I knwo the wedding is practically over, but I am standing there > with the guest who are hanging out while they clean up the hall. It seems I > blanked out for the ceremoney adn am not sure whether it actually took place or > not and am not sure wheter the woman I married was actually the one I was > supposed to, I have no recollection fo the ceremony itself, adn I talk to the > guests about being confused. Somehow it comes out in taht conversation that in > teh time since my first wedding to my ex-fiance, my brother married her for a > few months and it did not work out, but no one told me because they did not > wnat to hurt my feelings. I was shocked that my brother would marry into that > family (in real life he and I are nto close but he IS married to soemone else) > and I talkk to a number of people abotu why they did not tell me. > Then they tke me to the Newlywed Suite of the Hotel which seems is in a very > secludedpart of the hotel adn I am following the signs and the stairs, and it > seems that my new bride has prepared a surprise for me, and we are actually > going on a flight to England for a Honeymoon that night and we get on teh plane > which is somehow parked in the Hotel Parking lot, adn we have the whole First > Class cabin to ourselves and we spend the time talking and negotiating over how > we will run out lives during our marriage and whether we are compatible or not. > WOW, Very strange. What do you think?
Ok, I have a theory…(so what else is new? : )) I think that you’re unsure about something. The power of suggestion, perhaps, from my dream post, is what made you dream about your ex, but the bottom line, and what I see here, is that you’re unsure about something in your life. Are there decisions that you need to make, and are unsure about how to proceed? That could be it. That’s just what I see…one woman’s opinion, so to speak. Angela – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> IronicMn > PS, I dont usually have vivid dreams like this, nor do i think of my ex-fiance > too often.
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I remember this pretty weird one I had where there were all these weird kind of runes, and I figured they were Viking kind of runes, and anyhow, ask me how, I discovered that strangely these runes were telling the tale of a great Viking king, and it was really weird. Then I woke up. Did I tell about the rocket launcher & the penguin? Erm…probably best to leave that one out, I expect. I’ve had a couple of lucid dreams, in which I was able to dimly control the external environment. I get the feeling that lucid dreams are meant for deep spiritual purposes, ‘cos as soon as I began to consider Certain Ramifications, so to speak, the damn thing ended! Well, you can’t blame me for trying… A lot of my dreams are to do with rivers, and fish, and mountains. Places…dreamscapes. I do a lot better out there, ‘cos I hardly ever exist as me – only the observer. Which is fine enough. Sometimes I have had dreams where some decidely dubious things have happened, but I generally rationalise those ones away – easy to do – ‘cos they’re dreams – not real, eh? Just a bunch of neurons randomly flashing their learned patterns. It doesn’t matter, ‘cos when I awake I feel bad, and if I feel bad, then I know it’s not "me" – but do bear in mind that "me" might not be the homunculus in the Cartesian theatre, I might just be a "multiple draft" – a consensus view…and all the brain can do is recoil in horror and think "Jesus, if ‘I’ am a myth, what am ‘I’ scared of?"… Pass the cornflakes, dear? OTS – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Eleonore Beaudoin wrote in message <8o6d9i$fq…@freenet9.carleton.ca>… >Sounds like in that dream, everyine knows of a relaity or another that you >are left out, where you are talked about the details of hwo to go on >with it after the feact 9the talk about compatible or not with the >wife happening after the wediing is there). >I had dreams of some kind of similarity, recurring for eyars, after the >assault. >There is two I rememebr parts of. >One of them, I am walking on a street downtown, just tajkking a happy >stroll enjoying myself when soemoen comes to me and says they need my >ehalp. The man looks in a hurry and his face shows it seems to be serious >and not lunacy, as if he had no time to explain, where he only says this >as he pulls me by the arm to where he needs me to be, obviously, to be of >help. He says that they just need soemoen to be a witness to what will eb >said in court. Oh well. The next thing I know, I have been sittign in >court, on a table side I coudl not even know is either the defendant or >plaintiff’s side, nor am I even making anybsense yet of what is being debated >or trialed or presented. I hear a hammer fall down, and as I am still just >sitting down, in fact, not even having catch up my breath yet, I see two >men walk tp me, make me stand up, turn me around, wham handcuffs locked on >my wrosts and push me out of the court room through a back door elading to >what I suddenly realize woudl be a bride to jail! I try and say ‘But I was >just asked to come here ass a witness! Woe! I just happen to be here out >of some total coincidence, I have nothign to do with this trial! I justw >as at the bad place at the "rght time"!" But no one ehars. All faces in >the audience I try and turen to to see a light of hope that someone , at >least ONE person is not out of their mind, all faces show an understood >frown of applauding my being thrown in jail, as if I would be to then >clearly guilty of whatever they decided someoen had to be. Dream ends as I >am pushed strongly towards the back door, where all my begging to be >ehard is just taken as the moaning of a convicted guilty eprson not liking >the outcome that yet woudl be right, when it makes absolutely no sense. >Secodn dreasm I remember. >I was taking a walk and stopping in a building cafeteria to sit down a few >minutes before 3alking back home, in a happy serene dreamery sda state. >As I am trying to have a sip of coffee, I suddenly see poeple with facial >expressiosn pretty much like the one in the previous dream, in the audience. >I start fe4leing uneasy but brush it off thinking that they dunno me and >certianly are not then expressing their feelings about me in that, can;t be! >As I ahve another sip of coffee, I hear a sort of muffled rumour going >around here and there, then everywhere, where each tiem I raise my ehad, >it stops, and all just look at me with their pinched face expression >meaning "Is it not a total disgusting cry and shame to see people like >that live freely?". I then think they really are all out of their mind,s >but whatever. Seemed peiole were that way in life, did I think in my >dream, so might as well finish the coffee I came there to enjoy and just >not even pay attention to them. >But suddenly I start overhearing the rumours going on, the words of it. I >hear soemoen say "She was the one. Sittign right there she is now!". I >just think "Oh sigh, gte off thwhatever it is you wanna play". I keep on >just minding my busness when the comments of that kind, with all possible >variations , are heardm said more and more clearly, with all of them >looking at me and exchangign looks between them. One then says "It’s her. >I known it is" or soemthign lieik that, saying soemthign I do not remember >but say here somehtign like "She was the oen that made Gill lose her >umbrella". Others start chipping in with believing her words and making >comments of the defamtion and accusatory type. I then say I never knew >any Gill and never cared for umbrellas myself,, never owned one and never >wished to either, or whatever f the kind in reply to whatever it was they >were trying to pass on me, tag on me. But another then says that yes it is >true, it is me, that they knew me very well. I look at them. Never saw >then in my life, so they are making this up. From all being unrelated >strangers, they all simply are using the invention of some flase >accusations and I can see accusatioin in soemthign that never even >happened either, to sort of build up an instant and synthetic bond between >them. Oh-ho. Scitty beam me up! As soem of them were gettign up, ready to >walk my way and circle me, poof, the dream ended, I woke up in nightmarish >sweats again. >Those dreams went on and on and on and on for three long years. >I normally never dream, save once in a very blue moon, where usually >soemthign in the coming three days comes to make me see I was sort of >sensing things coming through that dream I had. >Those were totally post traumatic though, and were there for thrtee eyars. >One before the trial, one sduring the trial, one after the trial. Just >hellish thing of no rest sleep had become… >But in those, everyone seemd to be in on some rality of their invention >and concoction, spontaneoulsy invented, and not making any head or tails >and yet "defined as reality" within the dream itself, in how it was just >decalred so by all, wehre I seemed to eb the only one living soem other >reality than the invented one, so to speak. >Mnay years before, I had such dreams on another sort of angle, twenty >nine nights in a row. >In them, I was just merrily invited to go here or there, where what was >understood in real life to be for instance ice fishing woudl end up >fishing in the middle of summer on a lake, unfrozen of course, and with >the fishing line just hanging inthe water through the end of a log one >had to sit at the opposite end of. As everyoen on the lake seemed to be >merrily fishing as if that was and always had been what ice fishing had been, >I went in my dream "Nice, but that is not what icefishing is. Ice fishing, >as the words say, is fishing on ice…Through a bhole in the ice..Not on >logs through a hole in the logL:)". Suddenly there was a total silence on >the lake, wehre everyoen turned their face at me, then at my boyfriend of >the time, as if offering him compassion and support for being stuck with >soemoen like me totally absent to reality. Say what???? >Or then I woudl be invited for a drive with my son, where when we woudl >get to the car, the streering wheel woudl be on the worng side, as in UK… >Where then I got in my car on the passenger’s side instead fo the drover. >I then woudl laugh and say ‘Oh, you ahd the streering switched to the >other side?? Heheh:) Funny that will be to drive. Move over kiddo. >Passenger seat for you is now the other side". Where my bf woudl then say >"But Chloe, nothign was changed. Stererign wheels always have been that >side in Canada". I then woudl say ‘Oh yeah? Then tell me howcome my four >year old son went to sit on that side as if known to him by havbit as >being the passenger’s side?". I was then answered with an odd astonish look, >where my then bf woudl say "But…It is not the passengers side bu the >drivers side". -Yes, I see that now, but my son is four eyar old and four >eyar olds do not drive!:)". Again an astonished look as if I was fgrom >another planet, where I was met with the words "But Chloe, your son drives >since two eyars!! Hello???". I then woudl tell my son "Oh rubbish, kiddo. >Come on now:). Move4 tot eh passenger’s side"…Where my own son would >then even look at me as if I was some amrsian, waitign for me to wake up >and smell the roses and realize that he drove sicne two years, since age >two, and that he always was the driver of my car, and me, the passenger. >ARGHHH! Things like that went on for 29 straight nights. On the 30th >morning, I drve to my bf and said "Listen. For the last 29 days now, >you;ve been puttign me on with stories, and seing soemoen else and trying >to make it be that it was this or that that kept you busy. So why not >just have it straight?" >He became white and immediately accused me of spying on him:), which >showed me I was interpreting the dresams not so bad after all, finally, >after 29 of them. >It turned out that he had met a woman 29 days before where she was opening >a dating club and where he
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Sounds like in that dream, everyine knows of a relaity or another that you are left out, where you are talked about the details of hwo to go on with it after the feact 9the talk about compatible or not with the wife happening after the wediing is there). I had dreams of some kind of similarity, recurring for eyars, after the assault. There is two I rememebr parts of. One of them, I am walking on a street downtown, just tajkking a happy stroll enjoying myself when soemoen comes to me and says they need my ehalp. The man looks in a hurry and his face shows it seems to be serious and not lunacy, as if he had no time to explain, where he only says this as he pulls me by the arm to where he needs me to be, obviously, to be of help. He says that they just need soemoen to be a witness to what will eb said in court. Oh well. The next thing I know, I have been sittign in court, on a table side I coudl not even know is either the defendant or plaintiff’s side, nor am I even making anybsense yet of what is being debated or trialed or presented. I hear a hammer fall down, and as I am still just sitting down, in fact, not even having catch up my breath yet, I see two men walk tp me, make me stand up, turn me around, wham handcuffs locked on my wrosts and push me out of the court room through a back door elading to what I suddenly realize woudl be a bride to jail! I try and say ‘But I was just asked to come here ass a witness! Woe! I just happen to be here out of some total coincidence, I have nothign to do with this trial! I justw as at the bad place at the "rght time"!" But no one ehars. All faces in the audience I try and turen to to see a light of hope that someone , at least ONE person is not out of their mind, all faces show an understood frown of applauding my being thrown in jail, as if I would be to then clearly guilty of whatever they decided someoen had to be. Dream ends as I am pushed strongly towards the back door, where all my begging to be ehard is just taken as the moaning of a convicted guilty eprson not liking the outcome that yet woudl be right, when it makes absolutely no sense. Secodn dreasm I remember. I was taking a walk and stopping in a building cafeteria to sit down a few minutes before 3alking back home, in a happy serene dreamery sda state. As I am trying to have a sip of coffee, I suddenly see poeple with facial expressiosn pretty much like the one in the previous dream, in the audience. I start fe4leing uneasy but brush it off thinking that they dunno me and certianly are not then expressing their feelings about me in that, can;t be! As I ahve another sip of coffee, I hear a sort of muffled rumour going around here and there, then everywhere, where each tiem I raise my ehad, it stops, and all just look at me with their pinched face expression meaning "Is it not a total disgusting cry and shame to see people like that live freely?". I then think they really are all out of their mind,s but whatever. Seemed peiole were that way in life, did I think in my dream, so might as well finish the coffee I came there to enjoy and just not even pay attention to them. But suddenly I start overhearing the rumours going on, the words of it. I hear soemoen say "She was the one. Sittign right there she is now!". I just think "Oh sigh, gte off thwhatever it is you wanna play". I keep on just minding my busness when the comments of that kind, with all possible variations , are heardm said more and more clearly, with all of them looking at me and exchangign looks between them. One then says "It’s her. I known it is" or soemthign lieik that, saying soemthign I do not remember but say here somehtign like "She was the oen that made Gill lose her umbrella". Others start chipping in with believing her words and making comments of the defamtion and accusatory type. I then say I never knew any Gill and never cared for umbrellas myself,, never owned one and never wished to either, or whatever f the kind in reply to whatever it was they were trying to pass on me, tag on me. But another then says that yes it is true, it is me, that they knew me very well. I look at them. Never saw then in my life, so they are making this up. From all being unrelated strangers, they all simply are using the invention of some flase accusations and I can see accusatioin in soemthign that never even happened either, to sort of build up an instant and synthetic bond between them. Oh-ho. Scitty beam me up! As soem of them were gettign up, ready to walk my way and circle me, poof, the dream ended, I woke up in nightmarish sweats again. Those dreams went on and on and on and on for three long years. I normally never dream, save once in a very blue moon, where usually soemthign in the coming three days comes to make me see I was sort of sensing things coming through that dream I had. Those were totally post traumatic though, and were there for thrtee eyars. One before the trial, one sduring the trial, one after the trial. Just hellish thing of no rest sleep had become… But in those, everyone seemd to be in on some rality of their invention and concoction, spontaneoulsy invented, and not making any head or tails and yet "defined as reality" within the dream itself, in how it was just decalred so by all, wehre I seemed to eb the only one living soem other reality than the invented one, so to speak. Mnay years before, I had such dreams on another sort of angle, twenty nine nights in a row. In them, I was just merrily invited to go here or there, where what was understood in real life to be for instance ice fishing woudl end up fishing in the middle of summer on a lake, unfrozen of course, and with the fishing line just hanging inthe water through the end of a log one had to sit at the opposite end of. As everyoen on the lake seemed to be merrily fishing as if that was and always had been what ice fishing had been, I went in my dream "Nice, but that is not what icefishing is. Ice fishing, as the words say, is fishing on ice…Through a bhole in the ice..Not on logs through a hole in the logL:)". Suddenly there was a total silence on the lake, wehre everyoen turned their face at me, then at my boyfriend of the time, as if offering him compassion and support for being stuck with soemoen like me totally absent to reality. Say what???? Or then I woudl be invited for a drive with my son, where when we woudl get to the car, the streering wheel woudl be on the worng side, as in UK… Where then I got in my car on the passenger’s side instead fo the drover. I then woudl laugh and say ‘Oh, you ahd the streering switched to the other side?? Heheh:) Funny that will be to drive. Move over kiddo. Passenger seat for you is now the other side". Where my bf woudl then say "But Chloe, nothign was changed. Stererign wheels always have been that side in Canada". I then woudl say ‘Oh yeah? Then tell me howcome my four year old son went to sit on that side as if known to him by havbit as being the passenger’s side?". I was then answered with an odd astonish look, where my then bf woudl say "But…It is not the passengers side bu the drivers side". -Yes, I see that now, but my son is four eyar old and four eyar olds do not drive!:)". Again an astonished look as if I was fgrom another planet, where I was met with the words "But Chloe, your son drives since two eyars!! Hello???". I then woudl tell my son "Oh rubbish, kiddo. Come on now:). Move4 tot eh passenger’s side"…Where my own son would then even look at me as if I was some amrsian, waitign for me to wake up and smell the roses and realize that he drove sicne two years, since age two, and that he always was the driver of my car, and me, the passenger. ARGHHH! Things like that went on for 29 straight nights. On the 30th morning, I drve to my bf and said "Listen. For the last 29 days now, you;ve been puttign me on with stories, and seing soemoen else and trying to make it be that it was this or that that kept you busy. So why not just have it straight?" He became white and immediately accused me of spying on him:), which showed me I was interpreting the dresams not so bad after all, finally, after 29 of them. It turned out that he had met a woman 29 days before where she was opening a dating club and where he violunteered to do the taping of the videos for the women. Each woman that got therre to ahve a video of them made woudl then be ever so flatetred that teh very guy that filmed the video would be interested in them, saving them the anxious task of having to date in that advertising way, feelign suddenly liike few, they were ""noraml"" and did not have to go through that dating thing to find they were attractive. He dated one different woman from the club each night since !:):) But it was sure funny that sheer dreams had made me come to think that somewhere in life soemone had t be feeding me some un-reality for this to go on and on and on. After that talk, the dreams stopped. But I remained a bit stunned at how they coincided with the lying days and the presenting reality as other than it was:). Simply, what I had no time as a full time student and mom t see was happening, what I had no time to consciously sort was sorted in my sleep, where the sprtign made "drawers" open and close giving ways to storys symbolically representing constantly a reality made totally other than it was. Just like in real life. The court nightmares were the same type in that: soemoen I knew was about to make a lie story supported by my entore family, where poeple were going to make it seem as if things never happened as they really did. And so it was too. But the dreams went on and on for three eyars where it took them about that to start seing their stories were not beleived by anyone, not fooling anyone anymore. Save their own selves, wehre they th4en started the long process of acknowledging reality gradually and of seign what they had done to soemoen that saved one of their lives, leaving one of them to … read more »
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Well, no one seems to be adressing my post about Percentages Perceptions adn Reality, but here is something Ironic that happened as a result of this NG. It goes to what PArtyman said abotu how can you be affected by people you have never even met. Last night I answered Angelas post about dreams, and then last ngiht I had a very intense dream about my ex-fiance. It was really weird since I nver have dreamed about her in the past five years and here it happened the day after I responded to the dream post. It was so unbeleiveable and story like ( in a bizzare fantasy way) that I will share it for its entertainment value. The dream started and I was getting married. It was before the wedding and apparently I was getting married to the Sister of my Ex-Fiance (who in real life is already married, I havn’t seen her in four years, she is younger than my ex adn she is WAY too religious for me). I was hanging out with the guest before the wedding adn most of her guests were speaking a language I did not understand. The next thing I knwo the wedding is practically over, but I am standing there with the guest who are hanging out while they clean up the hall. It seems I blanked out for the ceremoney adn am not sure whether it actually took place or not and am not sure wheter the woman I married was actually the one I was supposed to, I have no recollection fo the ceremony itself, adn I talk to the guests about being confused. Somehow it comes out in taht conversation that in teh time since my first wedding to my ex-fiance, my brother married her for a few months and it did not work out, but no one told me because they did not wnat to hurt my feelings. I was shocked that my brother would marry into that family (in real life he and I are nto close but he IS married to soemone else) and I talkk to a number of people abotu why they did not tell me. Then they tke me to the Newlywed Suite of the Hotel which seems is in a very secludedpart of the hotel adn I am following the signs and the stairs, and it seems that my new bride has prepared a surprise for me, and we are actually going on a flight to England for a Honeymoon that night and we get on teh plane which is somehow parked in the Hotel Parking lot, adn we have the whole First Class cabin to ourselves and we spend the time talking and negotiating over how we will run out lives during our marriage and whether we are compatible or not. WOW, Very strange. What do you think? IronicMn PS, I dont usually have vivid dreams like this, nor do i think of my ex-fiance too often.
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