### - who was driving the car?
so i had this dream a few weeks ago and i wasn't
going to write about it. Then i was going to and
then i decided against it. But the idea came back
again to write about it. Oh what the fuck, write
the son of a bitch down and be done with it, lol!
i was walking around in Los Angeles, i had parked
the car somewhere and i was walking around. My
favorite thing to do is walk around in shitty LA.
This is where the nightmare begins. I'm crossing
the street and out of nowhere comes a car straight
at me. Does the fucker slow down or try to turn
out of the way? Hell no, the mofo runs right into
me. As the car hits me i'm thinking to myself this
might be it. No one could recover from a hit like
this so maybe it's better that i die on the spot.
What would i be like if i recovered from this smack?
But instead of having the car run over the top of me
it doesn't. I think it ran through me or by me.
I lifted up a few feet in the air but i did not fly
soar. I felt a tremendous pain in my body and i could
hardly believe i was still alive. (of course never
dawned on me that i was dreaming). Sometimes it takes a
great whack to wake one up in a dream . But this dream
went a little different. I started to feel what it was
like to lose consciousness. Much like how it would be
one was headed towards death. This was the lonelyest
feeling i've ever had in a dream. Man there was nothing
left, i was on my way out, wherever out was. Very
solitary, nothing left to hold on to. Was i prerunning
what death is like? Can't say because i never died.
Very quickly all i thought about was how precious life is.
It is so precious, so precious, so precious. AND THEN
i woke up. Son of a bitch, what a dream. What the fuck
was that all about?? My back hurt like a bastard for about
three days after this affair. I'll never be ready to croak.
### - who was driving the car?
well since it is my dream, i suppose i was
the driver of the car. Maybe i needed
a wake-up call eh? Cher & Nick Cage scene:
snap out of it ! lol! (moonstruck)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLgMFwStTHc
### - who was driving the car?
On Thu, 1 Nov 2018 16:55:00 -0700 (PDT), salvanilla
<crsds@sbcglobal.net> wrote:
so i had this dream a few weeks ago and i wasn't
going to write about it. Then i was going to and
then i decided against it. But the idea came back
again to write about it. Oh what the fuck, write
the son of a bitch down and be done with it, lol!
i was walking around in Los Angeles, i had parked
the car somewhere and i was walking around. My
favorite thing to do is walk around in shitty LA.
This is where the nightmare begins. I'm crossing
the street and out of nowhere comes a car straight
at me. Does the fucker slow down or try to turn
out of the way? Hell no, the mofo runs right into
me. As the car hits me i'm thinking to myself this
might be it. No one could recover from a hit like
this so maybe it's better that i die on the spot.
What would i be like if i recovered from this smack?
But instead of having the car run over the top of me
it doesn't. I think it ran through me or by me.
I lifted up a few feet in the air but i did not fly
soar. I felt a tremendous pain in my body and i could
hardly believe i was still alive. (of course never
dawned on me that i was dreaming). Sometimes it takes a
great whack to wake one up in a dream . But this dream
went a little different. I started to feel what it was
like to lose consciousness. Much like how it would be
one was headed towards death. This was the lonelyest
feeling i've ever had in a dream. Man there was nothing
left, i was on my way out, wherever out was. Very
solitary, nothing left to hold on to. Was i prerunning
what death is like? Can't say because i never died.
Very quickly all i thought about was how precious life is.
It is so precious, so precious, so precious. AND THEN
i woke up. Son of a bitch, what a dream. What the fuck
was that all about?? My back hurt like a bastard for about
three days after this affair. I'll never be ready to croak.
You may not be ready but it's a gonna happen to you, my friend, no
matter what. How old are you? Mid 70's or thereabouts? It's not too
far away chris, maybe within the next decade you're gonna take a
breath in and no breath out. Then:
THE VOID!
### - just wondered if you'd maybe caught as glimpse of them,
male/female,
their clothes or any detail you actually saw/noticed/intuited etc,
anything at all?
no i was watching the fucking car coming at me.
it could have been carlos castaneda and i would
not have cared, i was thinking about getting out of
the way. he was out to get me whoever it was.
and he did nail my ass for sure.
### - just wondered if you'd maybe caught as glimpse of them, male/female, their clothes or any detail you actually saw/noticed/intuited etc,
anything at all?
On Fri, 02 Nov 2018 08:52:14 -0000, thang ornerythinchus ><thangolossus@gmail.com> wrote:
On Thu, 1 Nov 2018 16:55:00 -0700 (PDT), salvanilla
<crsds@sbcglobal.net> wrote:
so i had this dream a few weeks ago and i wasn't
going to write about it. Then i was going to and
then i decided against it. But the idea came back
again to write about it. Oh what the fuck, write
the son of a bitch down and be done with it, lol!
i was walking around in Los Angeles, i had parked
the car somewhere and i was walking around. My
favorite thing to do is walk around in shitty LA.
This is where the nightmare begins. I'm crossing
the street and out of nowhere comes a car straight
at me. Does the fucker slow down or try to turn
out of the way? Hell no, the mofo runs right into
me. As the car hits me i'm thinking to myself this
might be it. No one could recover from a hit like
this so maybe it's better that i die on the spot.
What would i be like if i recovered from this smack?
But instead of having the car run over the top of me
it doesn't. I think it ran through me or by me.
I lifted up a few feet in the air but i did not fly
soar. I felt a tremendous pain in my body and i could
hardly believe i was still alive. (of course never
dawned on me that i was dreaming). Sometimes it takes a
great whack to wake one up in a dream . But this dream
went a little different. I started to feel what it was
like to lose consciousness. Much like how it would be
one was headed towards death. This was the lonelyest
feeling i've ever had in a dream. Man there was nothing
left, i was on my way out, wherever out was. Very
solitary, nothing left to hold on to. Was i prerunning
what death is like? Can't say because i never died.
Very quickly all i thought about was how precious life is.
It is so precious, so precious, so precious. AND THEN
i woke up. Son of a bitch, what a dream. What the fuck
was that all about?? My back hurt like a bastard for about
three days after this affair. I'll never be ready to croak.
You may not be ready but it's a gonna happen to you, my friend, no
matter what. How old are you? Mid 70's or thereabouts? It's not too
far away chris, maybe within the next decade you're gonna take a
breath in and no breath out. Then:
THE VOID!
### - have died (or been killed) in several dreams over the years and it >doesn't necessarily mean anything (first time was over 35 years ago and am >still here! i think hehehe...)
to whit: have been crushed in a dreadful car accident, fallen (several
times) from a great height and actually hit the deck with a fearful >bone-rattling thump, got stabbed twice, and was even shot a few times haha >(what is this: groundhog day?) and was prolly all down to watching violent >crap on the tv and/or several similar movies at the time, was all...
otoh, one time was during a row i was actually having with a real person
and was fairly sure it was down to some pretty horrible vibes coming from >them & was the result of them quite deliberately aiming their hate-shit at >moi 'hoping' to maybe do me some kind of an injury psychically...
in which case, and fearing the worst, i then quickly gave myself a special >bath by deliberately washing myself from the top down and carefully
letting it all drip back into the bathwater and then stepping out as i did >each foot last (a deliberate act of cleansing as opposed to just bathing) >then pulled the plug while loudly announcing: return to sender! while >watching it all go down the plug to the very last drop! and oddly enough i >felt better and 'they' actually got ill and i didn't see them again! so
who knows! (smile) and because what the mind can create the mind can also >cancel-out/undo! (that's the theory anyway heh) ;)
i.e., a few weeks ago you were arguing with jeremy and he's a really >obsessionally hateful customer! (i think because he practices when he's on >his own? hah!) so maybe you were just picking up on some of that crap
while in a dream state and translating it accordingly into graphic-type >symbols; he's not the forgiving type and is very spiteful! (and doesn't
learn his lessons either! have told him many times 'not' to throw stones?) >and so now he's fucked-off in an almighty huff and probably hates
everyone! poor boy :D
(hands crsds a large packet of bandaids just in case heh, and for after
your bath as slider then chucks a large bucket of water over crsds's head >ahahaha: plosh!)
there ya go + cool it's like water off a ducks-back!
job done! :)
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