Dreams involving cult members

I just realized. Since we're all cult members, any time we have a dream about ourselves, we are having "dreams involving cult members."

Haley got "annoyed" that i recorded Anderson Cooper just for that little segment to see her on TV.

I'm picturing you having some emergency and leaving a message on local fire department's wall.

But I guess that's really the only part of it I miss. Being able to keep up with more distant friends (mostly you guys) and family. But I'm not even fucking around when I say that I know within a week of starting it up again, I'll be failing AT LEAST half my classes. I know because it's happened. Twice. So until I develop a sense of self control or a brain that doesn't decide it has to stay up all night if there is the slighted bit of stimulation or graduate or drop out... I will be staying away from it.

Oh my god, is that baby even Haley's???

I want this to happen.

We are.

Isaac is a cutie with a nice smile and people always group hugging him.

But I don't have facebook anymore.

I want this to happen too, because you'd get my beer as well. I don't like anything fizzy.

I like balloons, though.

Nope. No idea what you're talkin' about. Pretty sure I don't have the chest hair for that.

I think I'm just friends with Amber and Alecia, actually...

I mean, just Alecia.

And I totally am a hugger.

Do you ever have a dream where you start to do something, and you get totally off track?
oh lord, my boss just now texted me she had a weird dream last night. Me and my boss have our psychic wires all crossed.

Anyhow, last night, I dreamed I had the PERFECT boyfriend. We were happy and young. He was waiting for me in my parent's living room. And I kept bullshitting about getting dressed and ready. I kept harassing this girl who had these really cute indie dresses, about borrowing her dresses with cherries and sailboats on the peter pan collars- they wouldn't have even fit me. She looked nervous/mad and said no.
Next thing, I was out the door, even though I had dresses in my closet. And somehow ended up in a zombie camp on a dirt road near an extra large port-a-potty.

Most of my dreams are about getting very very wrong off track in life.
This is why I have to fix it. Already started working on the plan. Should get started on Friday.

And,
I think that's my second dream in the past few months, with zombies and a port-a-potty. Wtf

Implantation...

CSI needs to crack that case.

I had a dream that we were hanging out, and I called some dude a git.
Amber asked me what a git was and I couldn't explain it so I asked Hattie and Amii to help me.

I know what a git is!

Was I the git?

I hope it was me, cuz these are nice people, and I can explain myself........ usually.

Git means idiot, right? As in "idgit".

Oooohh! That's good! I've never heard that before, but that makes sense.

Damnit, that means it's pronounced jit, and I have been saying it wrong all these years..

No, it's what you say to a pest while you swat it with a newspaper.

"Git. Git!"

Or it I was saying it, to you it would sound like "Gut".

I'm not sure who the git was, I think it may well have been Tuffy or Big S, or even my workmate.

I love the word "git."

I only have a vague idea of what it means though.

I had a long dream about meeting and hanging out with Frank and I miss him now!

...I continue to be unsure of how to say 'git.'

The 'G' is silent.

Real G's move in silence, like lasagna <3<3

And like Ice Cube, or some shit.

^ you had to be in my head right that moment.

Ain't nothing but a G thang!

I had a dream I was at uni, which was actually a mix between the wellington train station and my old high school. Anyway, there was Irina, I think Big S, Amber, Tuffy, Jaz and Frank. We were walking across a grassy area when there was a big earthquake. Irina took charge and told us where to go and kept us safe. Then Frank turned into a soldier type thing and was going to be in a boxing ring, and Jaz was going to fight too. Oh, also all our clothes were ruined in the earthquake and Winnie was going to make us clothes. She told Amber she was going to make her a corset out of some old advertising pamphlet.

I saved the day? Wheee!

I'd definitely wear a corset made out of old advertisements.

It'd be like the girly version of Black Sugar.

A few days ago, had a dream that really affected me.

Was on a hunt for one of the first electric light bulbs, worth 1.7 million. It was like Indiana Jones and National Treasure mixed up. The reason the light bulb was so special was, it was uncrushable. Made of some pre-platic cellose material. Like a soda bottle. But was made around the same time as the first light bulbs were manufactured.
I found it, after searching hard, following clues and then crushing only 4 lamps. The last, I knew was a red herring, because there was a glass covering and the real bulb was inside.
Then ran away from other treasure hunters, for my life. Ran breathless, through 3 Biltmore and college campus type layout.
(the Biltmore- in Ashville, N.C.)

Got away. Then I got distracted by some original fresco that ran the length of a great corridor, the entire ceiling and wall to wall, by Michelangelo. And I got mad, because it distracted me from finding a buyer and selling it.
Woke up mad as hell. 1.7 million poorer.

Walked around all day, feeling really bad that I didn't follow through with my treasure.
I think it symbolized, that I have ideas/light bulb bright ideas, that never get converted to cash. I can't shake the feeling. Maybe that's a good thing. Making me follow through more.

I wonder if anyone has invented the uncrushable light bulb yet.

Had an inescapable nightmare about hell, last night.
It was so gross and psychotic. And seemingly inescapable.
Long graphic dream, -
Bradley Cooper played the utterly Disgusting sadistic god of hell and Tabitha was the goddess ( and my only shot at protection). Bradley tortured people at will, he grabbed and chewed one female's vagina, when she went to check on some experiments(at one point I remember watching the aftermath of his torture and having to swallow the vomit in my mouth). He just got worse and worse. Tabitha conducted mutant experiments with submerged babies and mutated parts of people into some transparent skin and muscle - like jello before coloring, 9 ft giant amphibious-humanoid creature. There was no relationship between Bradley and Tabitha, except he left her alone, because she was an extraordinary ninja. And that he was allowed to live, because he kept all the workers too afraid to escape while she was gone. And I was pretty sure she kept me as her new pet, so he didn't hunt me.
No one could be trusted, because everyone sacrificed another to get better treatment. Amanda Peet was one of those social climbers of hell.
It was all located on a middle floor of a huge office building, in the middle of a normal city. But on the other levels, yakuza or some Asian mafia gangs were sitting waiting at each door, to either okay or kill. Yakuza had nothing to do with the hellish floor, that I was trapped on. And they were afraid of it, but didn't know how to eradicate it. Tabitha would ride the elevator to get supplies and do business outside, and the Yakuza always had an uneasy stand off, even though there were more of them. They must have thought there were an army of her, and if they just sent one of her, then Tabitha was a perfect killer. They were faked out, and she used it to her advantage.
I supposed, if I had known Japanese, and gotten them to listen, they might have gotten me out and used my information to eradicate. But I didn't know enough.
I had gone into the building on business or as a messenger. I couldn't remember. I didn't even know if I had gone into the right building. It reminded me of the genre of Wrong Turn movies. Something to do with and escaped Japanese genetic engineer and I met him by accident on the elevator. He was nuts. And had taken me there away because I was afraid of the Yakuza floors, looked at me sadly, then escaped again.
After watching Taye Diggs get tortured, we made a silent pact to jump into an acid bath, fully alive, so we could make sure we fully dissolved and our genetic material couldn't be pieced into some Frankenstein experiment. Because we didn't know how much of our conscience would survive into the mutant monster.
I wasn't allowed to pee, and didn't eat, but had only been there a few days. I was afraid of what they would feed me, and what the bathroom was like. My entire system was in shock.

I don't even watch many scary movies. Someone may think its silly but - This dream reminds me that I should be grateful, because you never know what sort of terrible things other people are enduring on this planet.
And to that happiness is something that is more often earned.
Damn, my sub-conscience doesn't play. That was symbolism with a baseball bat.

My eyes were constantly full of tears the whole dream.
I woke up at dawn 6:20am.
I will never forget that dream.

*sigh* I should really start working on that script, again, about the ice cream truck. That would be constructive.

I feel all fk'ed up today, because of that awful dream.
Sorry, I had to let this out. I feel a teeny bit better.

That is some terrible stuff right there, and I know what you mean about having a bad dream throw you off for the day.

I just took some Tylenol PM so there's no telling what's gonna happen inside my head tonight.

Good luck, Alicia!
You will have the best dreams ever. Happy PM pills.

I think the sado stuff in the dream, came from the Cannibal story by Chuck P. Skimmed the thread about it the other day. Probably didn't put my mind in a good place.
We just got the new May issue of Playboy. Don't know if I can read it now.
I have a light stomach ache and headache all day, from the dream.

But just watched Django. Feeling better. Sense of justice replenished a little.

I had a dream that Amber was telling us about how she lived in a house next door to her mum. She didn't much love the house she was living in, but she loved that the children were close to her Mum. Her Mum's house had a big field of colourful flowers outside it and Amber posted photos of Lily running and playing in the flowers. It looked really magic.

I dreamed ALL my bottom teeth fell out. I usually dream about one or two coming loose and then falling, but no, this time it had to be all of them, one by one. Then fucked up part was that in my dream, I was dreaming I'd lost my teeth, and then woke up (still in the dream), found out my teeth had indeed fallen out, and then I woke up for real and I was terrified to even check if they were still there.

I had a dream about running a tour/dinosaurs ride at a science exhibit with Pete. It was a neat dream.

I always wanted to plant my entire front yard with wildflowers instead of grass.

And my Mom's big dream she has always had is that she will buy a large piece of property out in the country and all of her kids and grandkids and her will live on it together, in their own houses of course.

Your teeth falling out Irina is a very common dream with symbolism of something that I just can't remember right now. You can probably Google that. I may have to, since that will be in my head until I know why people have that dream.

Big changes in life and castration. That's what it means, it was even in Freud's Psychopathology of Everyday Life.

Freud was a quack.

I tend to agree more with the changes than with the castration, although I can see the reasoning behind it - you lose something that's pretty damn vital (at my age, losing teeth is my worst nightmare).

Well, yes.

But since castration in Freud meant a whole lot of other things, even the 2000s term 'cockblocking', that's pretty hard to believe.

Seriously now, I've dreamt of teeth falling hundreds of times, how many changes does that even mean?

I've been having dreams about natural distasters. Earthquakes and floods and stuff. Not nice.