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^Sometimes I know when I'm dreaming, and others, not so much. What usually happens, is that I'll wake up gasping, and stare at the ceiling, being thankful that it was only a dream.
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When I wake up from a dream, I'm usually disappointed.
However, when I was a kid and at Myrtle Beach for a vacation, I had a nightmare about me and my cousin going up to the attic to remove a snake hiding in the ceiling. With the stick, my cousin knocked the big black snake to the floor and it starts chasing me immediately. I was screaming and woke up my family in the hotel room. Needless to say, I was relieved to wake up from that one. I don't even have snake phobia and that scared the daylights out of me.
So whenever I have a dream, I always feel like it's actually happening.
However, when I was a kid and at Myrtle Beach for a vacation, I had a nightmare about me and my cousin going up to the attic to remove a snake hiding in the ceiling. With the stick, my cousin knocked the big black snake to the floor and it starts chasing me immediately. I was screaming and woke up my family in the hotel room. Needless to say, I was relieved to wake up from that one. I don't even have snake phobia and that scared the daylights out of me.
So whenever I have a dream, I always feel like it's actually happening.
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My dreams are usually either one of the 2 choices. The choices are either Weird and/or Scary (It really tells you what type of person I am, right? 
). Sometimes I feel I am actually in a dream! Some are so scary, I vow to myself that I will not go back to sleep, but then, a few minutes later, I eventually go back and have a nicer dream. I do not know what gives me these dreams. I think it is basically a "Wake-Up" call or a fearful premonition, most of these visions I had in the past 2 years are coming true. I can only hear and see in my dreams.
). Sometimes I feel I am actually in a dream! Some are so scary, I vow to myself that I will not go back to sleep, but then, a few minutes later, I eventually go back and have a nicer dream. I do not know what gives me these dreams. I think it is basically a "Wake-Up" call or a fearful premonition, most of these visions I had in the past 2 years are coming true. I can only hear and see in my dreams.-
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One of the strangest I've had is a small square of pale blue cloth trying to stab me with a pen. Yes, odd.
I do have a recurring type of dream where I'm trying to get somewhere, but it keeps getting further away or I wind up in the wrong place late. I used to have one where I'd wind up in a bunker with everybody I knew, waiting for the end of days. Yes, odder. Finally, there was the one where I've been called back to school (I'm now 31, BTW) because they just realised I failed something, and have to repeat it.
Now, I mostly dream about women. Analyse THAT, Freudians!
I do have a recurring type of dream where I'm trying to get somewhere, but it keeps getting further away or I wind up in the wrong place late. I used to have one where I'd wind up in a bunker with everybody I knew, waiting for the end of days. Yes, odder. Finally, there was the one where I've been called back to school (I'm now 31, BTW) because they just realised I failed something, and have to repeat it.
Now, I mostly dream about women. Analyse THAT, Freudians!
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Okay, now I just had a very odd dream involving Madonna.
For some reason, she was at my house, and she came into my bedroom. My sister was in there, too. I remember saying I was a big fan of her's and that I had been a fan for a few years (neither of which was true, but I wanted some attention. Madonna liked what she heard, but didn't really respond, but it didn't bother me too much). The first thing she did was sing us a song, which now I can't remember. I do remember turning off the TV in the background because I thought it was rude to have the TV on when Madonna was there singing. But she got agitated- she didn't say anything, but I could tell by the expression on her face, so I turned it back on. She then started to lose the melody, and quit singing. After that, I asked her if we could ask her some questions, and I don't remember what they were (except one and I'll get to that in a second) but they did invoke flashbacks to places where I had seen Madonna before.
I remember one involved my Chorus classroom, and I distinctly remember fumbling with the papers on my teacher's desk, finding two grades- the first a very bad one where I got a 29 and it had a frowny face on it. I looked at the date... which was December of last semester, so I remember relief that the grade wouldn't affect me his semester. But I still hid it a little further behind the rest of the papers. Then I found a paper where I got a 100. I might add that in the dream, I didn't remember getting either of these grades.
I also remembered being in my middle school, walking down a sloping hallway with two girls, one of which I'm pretty sure I remember the identity of in the dream, the other of which I'm shaky on. I remember down the hallway, we passed a lot of actual fairy tale village houses, like Tangled style, and I remember somebody made a reference to Cinderella at that point. Then we reached the end of the hallway where my 7th grade English teacher was (who was one of my favorite English teachers, but has a reputation as something of a... witch, which I recognize but I've always thought favorably) with Madonna and I think... an old nun, perhaps Mother Superior from The Sound of Music. Someone I had been walking with misidentified either Madonna or the nun, but I can't remember which person. Either way, neither of them noticed.
So... back to talking to Madonna in my dream, I'm not a very big Madonna fan, and I wasn't in my dream either, so I was sort of panicking in my dream to come up with things to say to her. So, I said, "I liked you in Evita," and she said "Thank you," and went on to mention that she was going to see a play soon, and she named it, but I couldn't hear her so I asked her to speak up. She did several times, and I finally came up with the title I thought she was saying, and I repeated it so she could hear it and tell me if it was right, but it wasn't and she said the title one last time and I understood her as clear as a bell. I think it was something with "lights." I do remember being embarrassed by not recognizing the name, like I had heard of it, but had never bothered to read up on it.
And so the last question I asked her was why did she live and travel (mind you, this isn't actually true) in Tennesseee (where I was born and where I live). It just baffled me. I got a little response out of her like, "Well, I'm from the city you know..." but she stopped as though that response didn't satisfy her. Then she continued to think with a sort of puzzled expression on her face and I remember glancing to my side, in the space between the bed and my nightstand and seeing my alarm clock had fallen through the cracks. Then I noticed my cat was walking around Madonna, and while it didn't seem to bother her, I didn't like it, so I took the cat and put it out of my bedroom, but she was so fast that she came back. I remember glancing behind me, and Madonna was still thinking of an answer (I must say, while she could be kind of ornery, she was a wonderful, thoughtful interviewee). Now this time when I threw the cat out, she stayed out, and I walked back to Madonna but the door opened suddenly and the cat came back in!
I went back to the door to see who or what let her in, and it was my father saying I was disrupting the cat's environment by moving her. I turned back and Madonna was gone, never answering the question.
I also had two other dreams last night, one that involved me in a 127 Hours-type struggle with me between the slope between my house and the neighbor's ground, and another which involved watching a Meet the Parents-esque movie which starred a very old Vivien Leigh with lovely long blonde hair (past the age she lived to be). I remember her character didn't have much to say and when I looked the movie up I was shocked to realize that she was that character but it made sense. Then I guess I switched to the perspective of Leigh, and she walked outside of the house where her movie was shot, and she did a little dance on the driveway. Then, from the porch, she noticed Steve Martin had seen her (he was there to shoot a remake of her film), and hadn't even made himself noticed! She walked inside with a huff, and that's the only sound I remember hearing her make.
I might add I had read about all these celebrities before I'd gone to bed (ALW wants Madonna for Sunset Blvd, Julia Ormond is playing Leigh in My Week with Marilyn, Steve Martin has a new movie coming out), and I'd also recently seen 127 Hours and a commercial for Little Fockers.
So there you go. But that Madonna dream is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had in my life. It was strange.
For some reason, she was at my house, and she came into my bedroom. My sister was in there, too. I remember saying I was a big fan of her's and that I had been a fan for a few years (neither of which was true, but I wanted some attention. Madonna liked what she heard, but didn't really respond, but it didn't bother me too much). The first thing she did was sing us a song, which now I can't remember. I do remember turning off the TV in the background because I thought it was rude to have the TV on when Madonna was there singing. But she got agitated- she didn't say anything, but I could tell by the expression on her face, so I turned it back on. She then started to lose the melody, and quit singing. After that, I asked her if we could ask her some questions, and I don't remember what they were (except one and I'll get to that in a second) but they did invoke flashbacks to places where I had seen Madonna before.
I remember one involved my Chorus classroom, and I distinctly remember fumbling with the papers on my teacher's desk, finding two grades- the first a very bad one where I got a 29 and it had a frowny face on it. I looked at the date... which was December of last semester, so I remember relief that the grade wouldn't affect me his semester. But I still hid it a little further behind the rest of the papers. Then I found a paper where I got a 100. I might add that in the dream, I didn't remember getting either of these grades.
I also remembered being in my middle school, walking down a sloping hallway with two girls, one of which I'm pretty sure I remember the identity of in the dream, the other of which I'm shaky on. I remember down the hallway, we passed a lot of actual fairy tale village houses, like Tangled style, and I remember somebody made a reference to Cinderella at that point. Then we reached the end of the hallway where my 7th grade English teacher was (who was one of my favorite English teachers, but has a reputation as something of a... witch, which I recognize but I've always thought favorably) with Madonna and I think... an old nun, perhaps Mother Superior from The Sound of Music. Someone I had been walking with misidentified either Madonna or the nun, but I can't remember which person. Either way, neither of them noticed.
So... back to talking to Madonna in my dream, I'm not a very big Madonna fan, and I wasn't in my dream either, so I was sort of panicking in my dream to come up with things to say to her. So, I said, "I liked you in Evita," and she said "Thank you," and went on to mention that she was going to see a play soon, and she named it, but I couldn't hear her so I asked her to speak up. She did several times, and I finally came up with the title I thought she was saying, and I repeated it so she could hear it and tell me if it was right, but it wasn't and she said the title one last time and I understood her as clear as a bell. I think it was something with "lights." I do remember being embarrassed by not recognizing the name, like I had heard of it, but had never bothered to read up on it.
And so the last question I asked her was why did she live and travel (mind you, this isn't actually true) in Tennesseee (where I was born and where I live). It just baffled me. I got a little response out of her like, "Well, I'm from the city you know..." but she stopped as though that response didn't satisfy her. Then she continued to think with a sort of puzzled expression on her face and I remember glancing to my side, in the space between the bed and my nightstand and seeing my alarm clock had fallen through the cracks. Then I noticed my cat was walking around Madonna, and while it didn't seem to bother her, I didn't like it, so I took the cat and put it out of my bedroom, but she was so fast that she came back. I remember glancing behind me, and Madonna was still thinking of an answer (I must say, while she could be kind of ornery, she was a wonderful, thoughtful interviewee). Now this time when I threw the cat out, she stayed out, and I walked back to Madonna but the door opened suddenly and the cat came back in!
I went back to the door to see who or what let her in, and it was my father saying I was disrupting the cat's environment by moving her. I turned back and Madonna was gone, never answering the question.
I also had two other dreams last night, one that involved me in a 127 Hours-type struggle with me between the slope between my house and the neighbor's ground, and another which involved watching a Meet the Parents-esque movie which starred a very old Vivien Leigh with lovely long blonde hair (past the age she lived to be). I remember her character didn't have much to say and when I looked the movie up I was shocked to realize that she was that character but it made sense. Then I guess I switched to the perspective of Leigh, and she walked outside of the house where her movie was shot, and she did a little dance on the driveway. Then, from the porch, she noticed Steve Martin had seen her (he was there to shoot a remake of her film), and hadn't even made himself noticed! She walked inside with a huff, and that's the only sound I remember hearing her make.
I might add I had read about all these celebrities before I'd gone to bed (ALW wants Madonna for Sunset Blvd, Julia Ormond is playing Leigh in My Week with Marilyn, Steve Martin has a new movie coming out), and I'd also recently seen 127 Hours and a commercial for Little Fockers.
So there you go. But that Madonna dream is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had in my life. It was strange.
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Alright, well, I had the creepiest dream last night.
I was in a classroom at my old school, and there was one of those people that I know, but aren't really friends with, there. He was standing in the middle of the doorway, and I shot him in the head. Somehow, it didn't kill him, he just stood there, bleeding and screaming. Now, I've never really felt one way or the other about this kid, and I haven't seen him in about a year, so I thought this dream was very odd and out of the blue. It was horrible though, because he was just standing there, looking at me, and screaming in agony. I don't know why, but a lot of my dreams seem to have violence in them. And I'm really not a violent person at all. It's strange.
But anyway, I got to thinking. Has anyone here had a dream about a fellow UDer?
I was in a classroom at my old school, and there was one of those people that I know, but aren't really friends with, there. He was standing in the middle of the doorway, and I shot him in the head. Somehow, it didn't kill him, he just stood there, bleeding and screaming. Now, I've never really felt one way or the other about this kid, and I haven't seen him in about a year, so I thought this dream was very odd and out of the blue. It was horrible though, because he was just standing there, looking at me, and screaming in agony. I don't know why, but a lot of my dreams seem to have violence in them. And I'm really not a violent person at all. It's strange.
But anyway, I got to thinking. Has anyone here had a dream about a fellow UDer?
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No, but I had a dream about a person on another forum once. His username is/was EasternMarshes. I dreamed I went to Scotland (where he doesn't live in real life) to visit him in the marshes. It was a really fun dream, because it's my dream to visit Scotland (no pun intended. really). And I know I'll have one of Goliath soon, saying, "Take that apologetics class you've been putting off! I want there to be a person worthy of debating me on UD!" Not that I agree with it or anything. I just know I'll have a dream like that very soon. And he will appear as Bob Dylan and speak in a very nasally voice.Scarred4life wrote:But anyway, I got to thinking. Has anyone here had a dream about a fellow UDer?
Now, now... why so bitter? Nothing I ever say on UD is meant to be taken personally. Have a discussion with me? Trash my arguments; burn them to the ground; make sure nothing is left of them. I don't care; I welcome that. But don't make it about character and intention. It's not.Linden wrote:[...] And I know I'll have one of Goliath soon, saying, "Take that apologetics class you've been putting off! I want there to be a person worthy of debating me on UD!" Not that I agree with it or anything. I just know I'll have a dream like that very soon. And he will appear as Bob Dylan and speak in a very nasally voice.
By the way, I get to be Bob Dylan?! Cool!
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Don't worry, I'm not bitter. I guess I just must sound kind of stiff from the way I write. I thought you'd like the Bob Dylan part.Goliath wrote:Now, now... why so bitter? Nothing I ever say on UD is meant to be taken personally. Have a discussion with me? Trash my arguments; burn them to the ground; make sure nothing is left of them. I don't care; I welcome that. But don't make it about character and intention. It's not.Linden wrote:[...] And I know I'll have one of Goliath soon, saying, "Take that apologetics class you've been putting off! I want there to be a person worthy of debating me on UD!" Not that I agree with it or anything. I just know I'll have a dream like that very soon. And he will appear as Bob Dylan and speak in a very nasally voice.
By the way, I get to be Bob Dylan?! Cool!
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Yeah, lame attempt to dodge around your comment.Goliath wrote:Yeah, you came off that way by having me say things like "I want there to be a person worthy debating me". But I definitly thought it was funny!Linden wrote:Don't worry, I'm not bitter. I guess I just must sound kind of stiff from the way I write. I thought you'd like the Bob Dylan part.
That's just how you seem to me sometimes. When you're in a heated discussion, you tend to insult the other person quite a bit. That makes me think that you think you're better than the people you debate, hence the comment. But lately, you've been really nice, even standing up for poor, misguided Rebecca Black, which hardly anyone does. I'm not trying to lecture you or be combative or anything, just explain my comment honestly.
I'm glad you explained it. I've heard similar things from other members. It seems I come off way more harsh sometimes than I intend. A lot of times, when I think I've written a calm, reasoned reply, others seem to think I was raging with anger. Well, I just blame it on being Dutch; the Dutch are known for their no-nonsense bluntness.Linden wrote:Yeah, lame attempt to dodge around your comment.
I'm not trying to lecture you or be combative or anything, just explain my comment honestly.
I don't think I insult other persons; I just think that's the perception of the people I'm debating with. Maybe you felt insulted when I criticised your religion; others may feel insulted when I criticised their political beliefs. Most of the times, people don't seem to get that it's never personal with me. Even if I burn your religion or your political views to the ground, that doesn't mean I want to insult you.
People who've been with me in the UD chat have said their opinion of me changed because I was so 'different'. The fact is, I was very much the same. The context was just different: there was no discussion or debate involved.
By the way, I still think Rebecca Black's song sucks, but I still think it's lame to bash a 13 year old --even if she or her family or producer has made a lot of money of it. If people hadn't paid so much attention to her, just to trash her, she would've never become so well-known, anyway.
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Goliath wrote:I'm glad you explained it. I've heard similar things from other members. It seems I come off way more harsh sometimes than I intend. A lot of times, when I think I've written a calm, reasoned reply, others seem to think I was raging with anger. Well, I just blame it on being Dutch; the Dutch are known for their wooden shoes, windmills, tulips, and weed.Linden wrote:Yeah, lame attempt to dodge around your comment.
I'm not trying to lecture you or be combative or anything, just explain my comment honestly.
I don't think I insult other persons; I just think that's the perception of the people I'm debating with. Maybe you felt insulted when I criticised your religion; others may feel insulted when I criticised their political beliefs. Most of the times, people don't seem to get that it's never personal with me. Even if I burn your religion or your political views to the ground, that doesn't mean I want to insult you.
People who've been with me in the UD chat have said their opinion of me changed because I was so 'different'. The fact is, I was very much the same. The context was just different: there was no discussion or debate involved.
By the way, I still think Rebecca Black's song sucks, but I still think it's lame to bash a 13 year old --even if she or her family or producer has made a lot of money of it. If people hadn't paid so much attention to her, just to trash her, she would've never become so well-known, anyway.
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The only bad thing about “Dutch” is I always think of “douche” when I see that word--similar sounds. Not reflective of the country; I know nothing about them, honestly.
To add to the thread: I rarely ever remember my dreams, but the ones I happen to remember are usually psycho-crazy.
I think the one dream I most remember was from when I was a child. The family TV had broken, so my parents had been using a smaller one that was in the room near my bedroom. They’d apparently been watching Faceoff (John Travolta, Nicholas Cage), and I had some weird, psychedelic dream of traveling with Peter Pan and Wendy (Disney version) through Jurassic Park and Candy Land, while some dinosaurs and a killer Snuggles bear chased after us. I think Snuggles mauled Pan near the end after we somehow ended up on the top of skyscraper, but it’s been a while.
One of the more recent ones was of the family from Roseanne in some kind of horror film where evil fog was drifting up from the basement. Ended up waking up from a staircase fall.
To add to the thread: I rarely ever remember my dreams, but the ones I happen to remember are usually psycho-crazy.
I think the one dream I most remember was from when I was a child. The family TV had broken, so my parents had been using a smaller one that was in the room near my bedroom. They’d apparently been watching Faceoff (John Travolta, Nicholas Cage), and I had some weird, psychedelic dream of traveling with Peter Pan and Wendy (Disney version) through Jurassic Park and Candy Land, while some dinosaurs and a killer Snuggles bear chased after us. I think Snuggles mauled Pan near the end after we somehow ended up on the top of skyscraper, but it’s been a while.
One of the more recent ones was of the family from Roseanne in some kind of horror film where evil fog was drifting up from the basement. Ended up waking up from a staircase fall.
Listening to most often lately:
Taylor Swift ~ ~ "The Fate of Ophelia"
Taylor Swift ~ "Eldest Daughter"
Taylor Swift ~ "CANCELLED!"
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I understand completely about the Dutch thing. I'm half, and I have tons of Dutch relatives and family friends. I'm kind of the same way as you, I guess; I'm blunt to a fault. But lately, I've just been getting more and more concerned with other people's feelings. All through my teenage years, I felt it was my duty to correct everyone and burn their fallacy-riddled arguments to the ground. And I did. But I'm starting to learn that people are more important than arguments. So it irks me when you say rude things (and not just to me; we've hardly argued compared to others) and seem more interested in winning your debates than in politely debating. Lazario was getting on your case about it in the lawsuit thread, too, so it's not just me.Goliath wrote:I'm glad you explained it. I've heard similar things from other members. It seems I come off way more harsh sometimes than I intend. A lot of times, when I think I've written a calm, reasoned reply, others seem to think I was raging with anger. Well, I just blame it on being Dutch; the Dutch are known for their no-nonsense bluntness.Linden wrote:Yeah, lame attempt to dodge around your comment.
I'm not trying to lecture you or be combative or anything, just explain my comment honestly.
I don't think I insult other persons; I just think that's the perception of the people I'm debating with. Maybe you felt insulted when I criticised your religion; others may feel insulted when I criticised their political beliefs. Most of the times, people don't seem to get that it's never personal with me. Even if I burn your religion or your political views to the ground, that doesn't mean I want to insult you.
People who've been with me in the UD chat have said their opinion of me changed because I was so 'different'. The fact is, I was very much the same. The context was just different: there was no discussion or debate involved.
By the way, I still think Rebecca Black's song sucks, but I still think it's lame to bash a 13 year old --even if she or her family or producer has made a lot of money of it. If people hadn't paid so much attention to her, just to trash her, she would've never become so well-known, anyway.
If people you debate with perceive that you're insulting them, that means you're insulting them. Sure, there can be misunderstandings, but if it happens frequently, it's no longer the fault of the other people. It means you're saying something wrong. Usually it's not what you're saying that's wrong, though. It's how you say it (choices of words). I know you mean well, and oftentimes you have some seriously good points, but just please don't forget you're debating with people.
I don't like Rebecca Black either. I think the song's hilarious (not in a good way), but when you stood up for her, it made me think twice about all the flack she's been getting. Being 13 is a very difficult time in a girl's life, and we should be careful what we say.
ANYWAY, I had my first UD dream!!
And it wasn't about you, surprisingly, although you may have been in it. There was a UD meeting in an old building that had been converted into a restaurant (hope you guys all like Mexican!). There were probably one or two tables of us. I don't know what happened in there, but enigmawing and I left early, crossed the street, and went shopping at Big Lots, although I called it Pic 'N Save. Old habits die hard. I went looking for boxed vegetarian meals and enigmawing went off to a different area of the store looking for something (I think it had something to do with art or decorating). That's about all I remember. I really don't know where the dream came from. I haven't been on UD for about 2 weeks. Finals suck the joy right out of life...[/i]