It's this damned quick reply feature bumping up my posting rate. I used to get too irate to answer with quick little blurbs on this thing since a new window would open and the it all had to load to the server... Just crappy, if you know what I mean. Now, here I am popping in another inanity and it isn't even a poem, although, it is post 4001
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It's this damned quick reply feature bumping up my posting rate. I used to get too irate to answer with quick little blurbs on this thing since a new window would open and the it all had to load to the server... Just crappy, if you know what I mean. Now, here I am popping in another inanity and it isn't even a poem, although, it is post 4001
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New Bistro Dream Survey:
Weirdest dream you ever had?
I think it was more a lucid dream post operatively where the nurse morphed into a bull walrus and smiled, her nose changed into a pink and muscussy probiscus, the spinach caught in her teeth now kelp wrapped round her tusks and the needle in her hand became a strange harpoon meant for my hip only.
Any childhood dreams or nightmares?
I remember dreaming about our car breaking on the autobahn but since there was no stopping we turned into a strange family with Flintstone feet in a Mercedes. Feet flew. Now that's horsepower.
Worst nightmare you ever had?
Post operatively in 2001 I had to take Beta blockers to calm my still frenzied and hard working heart muscle down. One of the effects, I learned later, was to have very strange dreams.
I would wake sobbing after this dream since, although I couldn't see the person the surgical team was working on, I felt it was my passing that the doctor shook his head over. Then he tossed his gloves on the floor and the other doc pulled the sheet up to cover the body's head. I heard them pronounce sorrow and how it was a shame... I felt so incredibly sad that there was nothing more to be done.
-- and then I'd remember to breathe.
Any recurring dreams?
... see above.
If you could "script" a dream, what would you spend all night doing? (as if we didn't know...)
I'd be a horny dolphin shakin' my flippers at the handsome bull on the other side of the school of tuna we'd been hunting. I won't say what follows is fishy in nature, since dolphins are mammals
I'll poemie for the new SOTW challenge poet later.
Homburg, you go for a bicycle ride. Right Now!Not a good idea, darlin. Almost did last night, cold, rain, and dark bedamned. Some minimal shred of prudence kept me from doing so. Probably why I'm alive to type this right now.
At this moment though, a sleepless night under my belted lids, an upset stomach, a head that won't quit, and the added joy of sinus issues, and I would still kill myself trying to ride in broad daylight on a clear street. I am in no shape emotionally to tackle the wheeled stallion and hope to outride my own fears.
Still, tonight is supposed to be a lift night. While the idea of what sort of insanity I am capable of right now bothers me (it's squat night, and thus not a good time to play around.), I will have adult supervision, as my training partner AP should be here. He is used to my off-moments, and well acquainted with my momentary excess. He'll assume it is from the more mundance, if no less dangerous, inspiration provided by Iron Madness. It will still result in him stepping in and providing the necessary warnings if I bite off more plates than I can chew.
For now, I've drawn a bath watered with frustration, lack of direction, and loss, and I will have a soak. Once I prune up, I will hopefully get out of this swill and soldier on.
I do appreciate the concern, but I will survive.
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I once had a nightmare where I was in a dark victorian house down the street from my grandmother's place, and was there with distant relatives. I kept finding shreds of flesh and cloth, and realised that something was eating the inhabitants one by one. The culprit was a gorgeously appointed crimson throw pillow embroidered in gorgeous rich gold thread, that also had eyes like Kermit the Frog and a fanged mouth that was entirely incongruous (even if the fangs looked like muppet foam). And it flew.
Horrible, but fuck-all weird.
Sort of childhood, roughly around the time when "Red Dawn" came out, I dreamt that I was being chased by Cuban paratroopers. Somehow, I realised it was a dream, and it was my dream. I stopped running, produced a weapon that I hadn't had prior, and took the fight to them, with a smile on my lips.
Recently, I'd a dream where I was in my bedroom, but in place of the bed was a few counters with beakers and test tubes and such, and a very clearly marked glass vial of white powder that said "Anthrax" on the side. With the assurance born only of dreams and voice-over narrators, I knew it was a particularly virulent, fast-acting strain. In the room were a man and a woman (figures from my life, but their identities are immaterial for the story, regardless of how important it was from a dream-reading standpoint). The time was the actual time the dream was occurring, so shortly before 7am.
The man and the woman argued, and he shoved her. Somehow, he fell, knocked the jar off the counter, and landed on it. With the slow-motion horror only seen in movies, I watched the white powdery granules disperse into a cloud that dusted the room in mortality.
I turned, and left the room, shutting the door, and rushed to the kids room down the short hallway, where my two youngest were stirring. I frantically tried to close and bar the door while their little faces lit up and the rushed forward for hugs shouting "Papa!"
As I began to cough.
I woke up in tears from that one.
Dancing. The rest of the details are intensely personal. And that is REALLY saying something for me.
Lovely song.
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I have a friend who claimed to have had a sex dream about William Bendix. (If you're really old, you remember him from the tv series "Life of Riley.") That's just *shudder* baaad.
I have a friend who claimed to have had a sex dream about William Bendix. (If you're really old, you remember him from the tv series "Life of Riley.") That's just *shudder* baaad.
