Ranting. DANGER: Ekstremely long

[kastavall]

First of all let me apologize if this makes absolutely no sense as it is 04.41 in the morning i can't sleep and i suddenly figure “Hey why not ask stuff”.

Well this is a two part thingy really. First part is a rather strange Day-dream i have had for a while and wondering about. The second is just me ranting about stuff none of you care about (So feel free to skip the second part).
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Well the day dream thingy.... Right where to start. Errr. Good question that probably at the beginning id say or something i don't know (My brain is working overtime and i cant make any sense of myself but ill do my best).

Right well i am sitting on the porch of this kinda fansy English manor looking thing, Sitting in a rocking chair a lit pipe in the corner of my mouth and tapping a pencil at some paper.
(Funny thing is i am old. Well okay maybe not that old but i got a white full bard and a white ponytail). Wearing a simple green shirt and some old looking dress pants and suede shoes.
(what is the strange part you ask well besides looking really intellectual when i now look like something taken out of a geek comedy, i am getting to the strange part). Well anyway i am sitting there watching this from a third person perspective kinda like watching a movie.
And i see that the paper is actually a half written study report on “play-rape” (that is also funny but ill ant on that later).
Well it looks to be early as the sun is coming up and i swoop overhead to see a big nice manor property with rolling grassy hills a big stone wall surrounding it a big manor house and what looks to be a barn made out of bricks (where i got that money from i got no clue).
Ehem well as i am sitting there a big black limo drives up the driveway through the opened iron gate and suddenly a bound and gagged woman is thrown out the side door the door is closed quickly and the limo rushes down again. Well i raise my eyebrow (white bushy eyebrow i might add) and push my glasses farther up my nose and calmly walk down to the woman who is apparently fainted or sedated or something removes the gag and ropes gently check her and then lifts her up into my arms and starts to calmly stroll towards the barn.
Now as i enter the barn door inside it looks like a normal barn really eksept the err cubicles (for a lack of a better word) is filled with humans, old young all body shapes all genders wearing everything from tattered and ripped rubber latex and leather to normal clothes to being butt naked.
Most of them are asleep but some are looking curiously at the new arrival and i calmly walk to free cubicle put the girl down gently fills the water dispenser closes the door and leave.
After this i usually soar back out for a panoramic view of the surroundings and i see a ornamental metal sign plate nekst to the gate reading : Professor “my name” home for abused slaves.
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Right as for part two the ranting. Now the reason behind that story i got no clue figured some peeps here might have a psychoanalysis ore something. I always considered myself a submissive ya know
(not that i got a chanse in the bleeding ocean even if i went to my first munch thingy some time ago). For those that might remember i made a post about that some time ago voicing concerns about it. Well anyway what i wonder about is well several things.
1.How in the nine hells have i become a professor i mean i am doing my third year as a drop out starting nekst school season.
2.I looked like i really want to be. Yet the fact that i had afforded a big mansion like that just boggles the mind
3.well i apparently where a psychologist sexologist id guess but i still ant figure out how the heck i managed that

Now for the real ranting that will make your head spin. “DANGER: Reading further might damage your brain cells”.

Well actually i have gotten a bit of a master thing going actually even if my biggest dream (besides actually managing an education and a job). Is still to sleep by my mistress side on a blanket beeing her cute little pet
(little not beeing literary). I guess i just got that fetish where you et off being treated as an animal.
Ïn regards to education. Well its not a matter of intellect actually (I take everything eksept mathematics witch i an t understand at all easily). More of a matter of simply being lazy, no willpower at all, and giving up the second something turns against me.
Hmmm did i mention being naturally pessimistic. Oh well i ams till young 19 i got plenty of time.
offcourse that time is gonna run way and i gonna sit there wondering what the heck happened. Actually i have always wanted to be a psychologists/Sexologist but i know that 18 years of university studies ill never be able to do so i am trying to fight my way trough to become a printer instead.

Oh and i am humbly sorry for any bad grammatical errors you may find as it is quite early or late however you wish to see it and i did type it in a word program and ran a spellchecker but not sure i got everything ironed out.

And that concludes the rant nobody cares about and everybody rejoiced and lived happily ever after

*Faints in his chair due to exhaustion*

Good night *Begs the gods he can go to sleep now*

Oh and please do not shoot me for beeing so long. I cannot seem to help it but everytime i start to type i cannot keep myself short

*starts to snore*

 

[FurryFury]

Okay, I don't have much to say about all this except you might want to check into a Jungian interpretation of your dream and no, your spell check did not catch everything.

In the Jung POV, which when I had someone who knew about it, to tell me what they though my dreams meant, I found out every thing in the dream was about different parts of me.

So if that is true, the subs are you, the Dom is you and so on.

In my own case, I often have children, am left kids and find kids. I was told that these represent the child inside of me that I need to take better care of.
That's just a handy example.

*shrugs*

I am trying to listen and take better care of my inner child now. I think it's helping.

Good luck to you. I hope you got a good sleep in with cool dreams that made you happy.

Fury

 

[satin_coals]

That's really strange dude ..

Some people will say that dreams 'mean' things that we don't pick up when we're awake, so the brain puts it into a dream. In other words, some kind of 'sixth sense' that enables us to predict what is going to happen when we are awake. But others (like me) would argue that dreams/day dreams are simply ways for the brain, and deep sub-concious, to clear a little.

I mean think about it .. the brain is go-go-going all day, and the only time it has to re-coop itself is when we are asleep. But even then it never shuts down, it's always processing thoughts and feelings.

I agree with Fury a little though when she says that dreams refer to different parts of us. Things from our deep sub-concious that we maybe try to hide, or push down, or simply forget, come out full swing.

I am no dream interpreter though, so I couldn't tell you for sure what it may refer to. However, I will say this; I picked up a friends dream interepretation book the other day, and decided to read through it from start to finish and see what some things mean in dreams. Well pretty much EVERYTHING from A to Z (and there was ALOT of crap in there) meant that I was either going to die, fall seriously ill, fall bankrupt, or basically any other possible thing that would make life any worse. Hehe. Alas my faith in dream interpretation.

FallyN.

 

[SpectreT]

"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
- S. Freud

Sorry, I had to.

I tried, really tried to read the whole post, but it was so stream of consciousness that my brain couldn't wrap itself around the words. I'm not going to hang anyone out to dry for their grammatical issues at some ungodly cow-milking hour, when they've had no sleep. I will beg them to revisit their post at a later, more aware moment in their existence, and give the post some coherence, and sentence and paragraph structure.

This one brought to mind a recurring nightmare I've had for a little over twenty years; it pops up every so often.

Starts off with me running scared, up stairs in a building; they're some kind of maintenance or access stairs, not the ones for public use. Grey painted cinder blocks make up the walls. I don't have a clue what I'm scared of, I'm just running like hell.

I get to the top of the stairs, slam through a steel door, painted green, with 'NO ADMITTANCE' stenciled on it in safety orange. Out on the rooftop of the building now, and the skies are overcast, with a slight reddish tinge to the cloud cover. It's not the tallest building around, but it's close. I've trapped myself up here, is all I can think, and I'm panicked out of my wits, now, and backing towards the edge of the roof.

I turn around, and see a black hooded robe drifting towards me from the door; it lifts one skeletal hand, and as it's closing its fist, a chrome plated automatic pistol fills its hand. The pistol is a .45 Colt M1911 semi-automatic, a vanity piece rather than a working model; I'm thinking of bullet weights, impact ratios, muzzle velocity, and close quarters hit/miss ratios - all the trivia a gun nut processes in the blink of an eye - then the black robe squeezes the trigger, five times. Feels like a medicine ball slammed into my chest, and I lose my balance and fall over backwards off the roof of the building.

Longish fall, a splat that registers as pressure rather than pain, and I feel myself stop breathing. Like a movie, my view pans back up to the roof, where the black robed figure pushes back its hood to reveal my face. Than's usually when I wake up in a cold sweat, and incapable of making any noise other than a high pitched squeak for about five minutes.

 

[DVS]

Sorry, folks. Although it's said we all dream, I don't remember my dreams. Can't remember when I ever have, other than a few rare instances. And, when I do remember, because I normally don't, I sometimes mistaken it as real when I recall it, later. I hate that, and so I'm totally happy not remembering. I'm probably deficient in something. Maybe vitamin B6 or something, who knows. From these posts, I'm rather glad I'm how I am.