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The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIX: No Whining

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So, I had a dream yesterday. It seemed to take place at a family gathering of some sort; or at least family were there and I guess we'll call them para-family (long term relationships of family and their children from prior relationships).

My father (who at no point turned into Danny DeVito this time) said something about needing the cord for some electronic gadget, which I had just seen about and so knew where it was. The cord was attached to a ~20 year old television—not plugged into it somehow but permanently attached. It was surprisingly light for a ~20 year old television. He then proceeded to wear it as a hat without any acknowledgement that there was anything odd about any of it.

Shortly after that, I bumped into someone, accidentally knocking her over into a couch. Said someone was—for some reason—the actress Faye Marsay (who I think is an incredibly under-appreciated actress, by the way). I presume that was because I watched all of Love, Nina the other day (which, incidentally, I watched because of my great fondness for her—and that's probably not something one hears/reads too often, which is a shame); and she's tiny, so she's probably one of few people I could knock over, but I don't suppose that kind of logic is applicable in a dream. In any case, I assume it was supposed to be her and not some imaginary dream or actual person who for whatever reason looked like her; but it wasn't entirely clear and she later changed into someone else anyway.

I was horribly embarrassed at having knocked someone over—and worse, at having knocked over someone I didn't know and who didn't know me. It was very awkward. I wanted to apologise—I didn't know quite what to do—and I panicked. So I hugged her. From behind, like the stereotypical prom photo pose but more emphatic.

That did not make things less awkward.

Amidst being confused about some strange woman hugging her, she turned into the teenage daughter of someone who was there—someone I knew, at least!—but that didn't change anything, it merely was and went unnoticed and unremarked upon.

So I felt obliged to acknowledge reality.

"Well, that got awkward quickly..."

"Yes. Yes, it did," said everyone, in semi-unison, staring at me, including the man with the television on his head.

The end.
 
Equinoxe said:
So, I had a dream yesterday. It seemed to take place at a family gathering of some sort; or at least family were there and I guess we'll call them para-family (long term relationships of family and their children from prior relationships).

My father (who at no point turned into Danny DeVito this time) said something about needing the cord for some electronic gadget, which I had just seen about and so knew where it was. The cord was attached to a ~20 year old television—not plugged into it somehow but permanently attached. It was surprisingly light for a ~20 year old television. He then proceeded to wear it as a hat without any acknowledgement that there was anything odd about any of it.

Shortly after that, I bumped into someone, accidentally knocking her over into a couch. Said someone was—for some reason—the actress Faye Marsay (who I think is an incredibly under-appreciated actress, by the way). I presume that was because I watched all of Love, Nina the other day (which, incidentally, I watched because of my great fondness for her—and that's probably not something one hears/reads too often, which is a shame); and she's tiny, so she's probably one of few people I could knock over, but I don't suppose that kind of logic is applicable in a dream. In any case, I assume it was supposed to be her and not some imaginary dream or actual person who for whatever reason looked like her; but it wasn't entirely clear and she later changed into someone else anyway.

I was horribly embarrassed at having knocked someone over—and worse, at having knocked over someone I didn't know and who didn't know me. It was very awkward. I wanted to apologise—I didn't know quite what to do—and I panicked. So I hugged her. From behind, like the stereotypical prom photo pose but more emphatic.

That did not make things less awkward.

Amidst being confused about some strange woman hugging her, she turned into the teenage daughter of someone who was there—someone I knew, at least!—but that didn't change anything, it merely was and went unnoticed and unremarked upon.

So I felt obliged to acknowledge reality.

"Well, that got awkward quickly..."

"Yes. Yes, it did," said everyone, in semi-unison, staring at me, including the man with the television on his head.

The end.
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Harry needs to read this to know it's not just me. fab dream :D
 
butters said:
Harry needs to read this to know it's not just me. fab dream :D
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Thank you!

I did not enjoy that dream so much right after waking up, because I was still emotionally in that frame of being horribly embarrassed, even though none of it actually happened.
 
Killswitch1 said:
Nicely done.

Yeah the poor guy asked for legit advice on how to tell his wife he took viagara and they made him out to be a villian who either needed psychological or medical advice and how dare he expect his wife to put on a nightie, all while bragging about their own sexual adventures and prowess.

Their reactions were quite bizarre in my opinion.
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No, he maligned his wife for wearing t shirts. I said I wear t shirts all of the time and it doesn't negatively impact my husband's desire for me. I never bragged about my prowess, nor was I in anyway make reference to or mention how I look in said t shirt. All of that came out of your imagination.
 
Equinoxe said:
Thank you!

I did not enjoy that dream so much right after waking up, because I was still emotionally in that frame of being horribly embarrassed, even though none of it actually happened.
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commiserations :D
 
hssh345 said:
I didn't. Context, dear!

That was an expression of his frustration after your pals Wings and Aglaophene derrided a nice poster who was asking for advice for some personal issues.
They totally deserved that comment, after acting like mean girls and all.
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There was no context that explained his words unless his own bitterness counts. I was not acting like a mean girl at all. What I said was correct and while I certainly wasn't effusive I didn't call him a shit ton of names.

You keep trying to tell everyone here that your personal experiences color how you interact on this site and yet no one else gets that courtesy from you. That is the epitome of being a hypocrite. And while I know you aren't going to be self-aware enough to take my words in the spirit they were meant I needed to say them for myself.
 
Killswitch1 said:
Nicely done.

Yeah the poor guy asked for legit advice on how to tell his wife he took viagara and they made him out to be a villian who either needed psychological or medical advice and how dare he expect his wife to put on a nightie, all while bragging about their own sexual adventures and prowess.

Their reactions were quite bizarre in my opinion.
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No. You are wrong. No surprise there but you are very wrong.

What Ramone asked for was how to tell his wife that he has to take Viagra because he isn't turned on by her tshirts.

He didn't want to know how to keep the news from making her doubt her sexuality. He plainly stated that while she's attractive to him what she wears at home isn't enough for him to get hard.

He IS an asshole for trying to put what is probably a medical condition on his wife as if it's her fault. Low testosterone is not your partner's fault. Having diabetes is not your partner's fault. Having blood pressure issues is not your partner's fault.

That you read us being 'mean' to him from the words we said IS YOUR FAULT.
 
Wings obviously knows the guy, Betty.

But they're just "good friends". (big clit)
 
Lancecastor said:
Wings obviously knows the guy, Betty.

But they're just "good friends". (big clit)
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Thanks to you and others I have a lot of experience dealing with egomaniacal assholes. I don't even need to know them in a biblical sense anymore. Sorry for your chances.
 
Wings said:
Thanks to you and others I have a lot of experience dealing with egomaniacal assholes. I don't even need to know them in a biblical sense anymore. Sorry for your chances.
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How many did you fuck before you worked your way up to MaleEgoGuru?
 
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