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I posted this shortly ago elsewhere:
Sadly I should be sleeping now and would be if not for the damnded alarm clock I forgot to dis-set (Yeah I know I'm making up words. Hell I'm barely coherent at this point.) It took me 15 minutes of my sleep to finally wake up. Bill Murray came into my dream with 2 alluminum baseball bats. He handed me one and we proceeded to beat the tar of a pinball machine making the highly obnoxious beep. After I oblierated the apparent clock in the middle making the noise took the small little beeping box out to the dumpster. When it wouldn't stop beeping, no mater what happened to it, I got up and found out my real clock was beeping. It's 3:30 A.M. here now. I'm tired. I'm heading back to bed. Thanks for the welcome. And thank you Bill Murray for the bat.
And now after being up a short while hopefully the terrible dreams I was having will go away.
I dreamt my wife left all the burners in the kitchen on before she went to bed and didn't tell me. She was making candles in the kitchen by melting wax. All the candles were a soft white cream color. The kitchen had about 20-30 burners and only a few were left off. Wax was melted everywhere and melted on top of the burners.
In the same dream I dreamt I was chatting with someone online and it was very serious...as far as a relationship goes. That person go pissed off, I mean rageful, because I hadn't been on in a while...but in the end it was cool. She kept sending me stuff, and something very wierd was sent to me. It was an internet clip, like real player, that was a music video. She said it was similar to chapter nine of my story. I played the clip and watched the words scroll by as the song was being sung. It was about abused children and the way they grow up. In the end the little boy was getting married and the parents were afraid that he would be abusive because they saw his current behavior. The artist and lyrics of the song had this "no duh!" feel to it.
After that I walked down the hall to chat online with the serious relationship person. But ending up in a porn room...not online, but a real room with prostitutes. I was having fun in there, just chatting away, and went to kiss someone. It was a strong passionate kiss, but nothing romantic, just sexual. I felt bad for it and told the prostitute that there was someone I really cared for and couldn't have feelings for her. I just wanted to keep it professional. She said, "Yeah. I figured as much." She also seemed a little disappionted, but not too bad.
After that I went back to chatting online with my friend. I had a laptop I was taking everywhere. I was really happy and enjoying myself. I felt free and me. I went to the end of the hall in front of the room where my wife was sleeping and turned on the light and cranked up some music. She got mad at me because she had to get up soon for work. I closed her door and turned the music down, but stayed close to her until she got up and left me.
The thing about this person online is that we were happy. Things seemed deep and real. They were serious. I felt like I found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. She was older by a few years, maybe four or five. She also lived states away. I could see her face, but she never sent me a picture. She had long brown hair, and soft round cheeks. Red full lips...very warm. There was also much anger within her. That could be a manifestation of me too. It just felt like my soul mate came to me in my sleep. She knew the very depths of me and I her. It was wierd.
That's when the beeping started. It started as a nearby clock going off and I unplugged it. The beeping didn't stop so I figured it had a battery backup. I took out the battery. It didn't stop. I ripped off the part that told the time and it still didn't stop. At this point the person online and I are still trying to talk, but that's fading as this damnable clock takes over my entire dream. I then smash the stupid thing beeping. It still didn't stop. I take it outside to the dumpster and pitch it. The beeping gets louder and comes from somewhere else.
I leave that building and enter another one. Suddenly I'm working for Saturday Night Live, but the beeping persists. We are in rehersals and I'm being yelled at for not being as funny as I used to be. I see a pinball machine that's beeping. Enter Bill Murray. He tries to use his star power to demand it to stop. That didn't work...so he leaves the door. I follow him and ask what he's getting. That's when I see him grab two good sized alluminum baseball bats and he tosses one to me. We go to town on that P.O.S. pinball machine and the boss/owner isn't happy because it used to be a great machine. There's a clock in the middle of it that is a Santa Clause clock. I smasht he tar outta it. It still beeps. There's a small box in it that keeps beeping. I can't destory it so I pick it up and toss it outside in the dumpster with the broken clock from earlier. That's when I actually wake up. I had to force myself awake to turn off the alarm because I kept drifting back to sleep so quickly.
Then I came here to write some and get my mind awake a little bit so I don't go back to those bad dreams. They may not seem bad, but the feelings behind them were pure hate and hurt. On the surface it was nothing but peace and love, but mere inches below utter rage and the deepest pain. I don't like that feeling...but I understand everything in the dream...so I know it's all part of me and what I'm going through right now.
I understand everything but Bill Murray that is. That's still interesting. Well...good night...again.
Sadly I should be sleeping now and would be if not for the damnded alarm clock I forgot to dis-set (Yeah I know I'm making up words. Hell I'm barely coherent at this point.) It took me 15 minutes of my sleep to finally wake up. Bill Murray came into my dream with 2 alluminum baseball bats. He handed me one and we proceeded to beat the tar of a pinball machine making the highly obnoxious beep. After I oblierated the apparent clock in the middle making the noise took the small little beeping box out to the dumpster. When it wouldn't stop beeping, no mater what happened to it, I got up and found out my real clock was beeping. It's 3:30 A.M. here now. I'm tired. I'm heading back to bed. Thanks for the welcome. And thank you Bill Murray for the bat.
And now after being up a short while hopefully the terrible dreams I was having will go away.
I dreamt my wife left all the burners in the kitchen on before she went to bed and didn't tell me. She was making candles in the kitchen by melting wax. All the candles were a soft white cream color. The kitchen had about 20-30 burners and only a few were left off. Wax was melted everywhere and melted on top of the burners.
In the same dream I dreamt I was chatting with someone online and it was very serious...as far as a relationship goes. That person go pissed off, I mean rageful, because I hadn't been on in a while...but in the end it was cool. She kept sending me stuff, and something very wierd was sent to me. It was an internet clip, like real player, that was a music video. She said it was similar to chapter nine of my story. I played the clip and watched the words scroll by as the song was being sung. It was about abused children and the way they grow up. In the end the little boy was getting married and the parents were afraid that he would be abusive because they saw his current behavior. The artist and lyrics of the song had this "no duh!" feel to it.
After that I walked down the hall to chat online with the serious relationship person. But ending up in a porn room...not online, but a real room with prostitutes. I was having fun in there, just chatting away, and went to kiss someone. It was a strong passionate kiss, but nothing romantic, just sexual. I felt bad for it and told the prostitute that there was someone I really cared for and couldn't have feelings for her. I just wanted to keep it professional. She said, "Yeah. I figured as much." She also seemed a little disappionted, but not too bad.
After that I went back to chatting online with my friend. I had a laptop I was taking everywhere. I was really happy and enjoying myself. I felt free and me. I went to the end of the hall in front of the room where my wife was sleeping and turned on the light and cranked up some music. She got mad at me because she had to get up soon for work. I closed her door and turned the music down, but stayed close to her until she got up and left me.
The thing about this person online is that we were happy. Things seemed deep and real. They were serious. I felt like I found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. She was older by a few years, maybe four or five. She also lived states away. I could see her face, but she never sent me a picture. She had long brown hair, and soft round cheeks. Red full lips...very warm. There was also much anger within her. That could be a manifestation of me too. It just felt like my soul mate came to me in my sleep. She knew the very depths of me and I her. It was wierd.
That's when the beeping started. It started as a nearby clock going off and I unplugged it. The beeping didn't stop so I figured it had a battery backup. I took out the battery. It didn't stop. I ripped off the part that told the time and it still didn't stop. At this point the person online and I are still trying to talk, but that's fading as this damnable clock takes over my entire dream. I then smash the stupid thing beeping. It still didn't stop. I take it outside to the dumpster and pitch it. The beeping gets louder and comes from somewhere else.
I leave that building and enter another one. Suddenly I'm working for Saturday Night Live, but the beeping persists. We are in rehersals and I'm being yelled at for not being as funny as I used to be. I see a pinball machine that's beeping. Enter Bill Murray. He tries to use his star power to demand it to stop. That didn't work...so he leaves the door. I follow him and ask what he's getting. That's when I see him grab two good sized alluminum baseball bats and he tosses one to me. We go to town on that P.O.S. pinball machine and the boss/owner isn't happy because it used to be a great machine. There's a clock in the middle of it that is a Santa Clause clock. I smasht he tar outta it. It still beeps. There's a small box in it that keeps beeping. I can't destory it so I pick it up and toss it outside in the dumpster with the broken clock from earlier. That's when I actually wake up. I had to force myself awake to turn off the alarm because I kept drifting back to sleep so quickly.
Then I came here to write some and get my mind awake a little bit so I don't go back to those bad dreams. They may not seem bad, but the feelings behind them were pure hate and hurt. On the surface it was nothing but peace and love, but mere inches below utter rage and the deepest pain. I don't like that feeling...but I understand everything in the dream...so I know it's all part of me and what I'm going through right now.
I understand everything but Bill Murray that is. That's still interesting. Well...good night...again.
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what about that southern illinois accent, with 6 years of the deep south over it? I know, it makes you hot....4degrees said:
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4degrees said:
and we know you'd fuck yourself if you could....
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i.v. drip of coffee at 375mg per minute.... stat! (or)
as fast as a senseo coffee
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as fast as a senseo coffee
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Wacka wacka doo doo yeah!
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carsonshepherd said:
*kisses*
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The quiet ones
Father O’Toole was at the pulpit looking out at the flock gathered to hear his sermon. It was another good turn out. He noticed Mrs. Pritchard sitting and staring at Mr. Holmes. She was upset about something. This was unusual. She was always such a cheery old lady. Always came to Church well dressed. And it seemed she had purchased a new outfit. She was always rather quiet spoken. Today was no exception, but something was on her mind.
Little Mary Jacobson also had a new outfit. This was the first time she wore it and she wanted everyone to know. Her mother sat next to her talking to one of the other church members. The sermon began. Father O’Toole was a few minutes into his sermon and noticed Mrs. Pritchard getting more annoyed at something. Mrs Pritchard was taking in the sermon about adultery, which only made her more assured about her actions.
Little Mary Jacobson found that nobody was looking her way or at her new dress. She didn’t quite understand what Father O’Toole was talking about, but everyone seemed interested. She thought of a plan to get the focus back on her. She remembered something her mother said the other night when the house was quiet. She quickly stood up and said in a very proud voice “Oh yes do me there”. She tried to make the same sound her mother had made. Father O’Toole stopped briefly, looked down at the pretty girl in the blue dress. Her mother had clamped her hand around the child’s mouth, but far too late. She was very embarrassed. Mary was quite happy people were now looking her way and at her dress.
Mrs. Pritchard took the opportunity, jumped up from her seat and pointed to Mr. Holmes “You adulterer, you’re going to hell for fucking that bitch”. Father O’Toole didn’t expect this reaction to his sermon. One of the elderly ladies in that back of the church leaned over to her friend sitting next to her and said “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Father O’Toole was at the pulpit looking out at the flock gathered to hear his sermon. It was another good turn out. He noticed Mrs. Pritchard sitting and staring at Mr. Holmes. She was upset about something. This was unusual. She was always such a cheery old lady. Always came to Church well dressed. And it seemed she had purchased a new outfit. She was always rather quiet spoken. Today was no exception, but something was on her mind.
Little Mary Jacobson also had a new outfit. This was the first time she wore it and she wanted everyone to know. Her mother sat next to her talking to one of the other church members. The sermon began. Father O’Toole was a few minutes into his sermon and noticed Mrs. Pritchard getting more annoyed at something. Mrs Pritchard was taking in the sermon about adultery, which only made her more assured about her actions.
Little Mary Jacobson found that nobody was looking her way or at her new dress. She didn’t quite understand what Father O’Toole was talking about, but everyone seemed interested. She thought of a plan to get the focus back on her. She remembered something her mother said the other night when the house was quiet. She quickly stood up and said in a very proud voice “Oh yes do me there”. She tried to make the same sound her mother had made. Father O’Toole stopped briefly, looked down at the pretty girl in the blue dress. Her mother had clamped her hand around the child’s mouth, but far too late. She was very embarrassed. Mary was quite happy people were now looking her way and at her dress.
Mrs. Pritchard took the opportunity, jumped up from her seat and pointed to Mr. Holmes “You adulterer, you’re going to hell for fucking that bitch”. Father O’Toole didn’t expect this reaction to his sermon. One of the elderly ladies in that back of the church leaned over to her friend sitting next to her and said “It’s always the quiet ones.”
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It's a good thing I take the antinausea meds before taking the pain meds. If I didn't, the whole rooom spinning thing would surely cause me to be sick.
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yes I am a natural blonde... so what?
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Rhys said:
that wouldn't do you any good....
you know why
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Dr. Phil was right when he said (and I'm severely paraphrasing) that the only way to gain trust back in a person is to give them your trust again. Sounds simple, but it means that you have to give the other person a chance to prove that they are trustworthy by trusting them. Otherwise, you'll never know if you can trust them again because you never gave them an opportunity to demonstrate that they can be trusted. It's convoluded (sp?), I know, but that advice may just have saved me years of unease within myself. Ahhh. Dr. Phil rocks.
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There was a Sima sighting yesterday. She says hello to all her friends and that she loves them.
-hope she stops by soon.
-hope she stops by soon.
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