You won't believe this one.

[woodnymph_O]

AM I the only one

that has a vision of a poor 80 year old granny pullind out her knickers and finding explosives? Or just going back home and being arrested in an airport as The Terrorist Granny..
airports have become strange places anyway.I read a news story about one being evacuated because they thought a bomb was in the trash can at the food court. It turns out the noise was comming from a vibrator that had been thrown away, probably before going through security. If I can find the article again I'll post it.

 

[BlackShanglan]

I woke, sitting straight up in bed, sweating my ass of, breathing hard with my heart about to explode. Sleep was hours in returning...

Yes it happened to me too...

I'm oddly relieved not to be the only one, and to read your post. It was such an intense sensation that it's still with me years later. It was good to hear from someone else who'd felt it as well.

Originally posted by Lisa Denton
Maybe you had a broken leg, I mean "They shoot horses-Don't they?"

I am given to understand that such things occur. In fact, I can recall being a child when a horse - I think it was a filly - broke her leg on one of the Triple Crown races, and asking my mother why they had to put her down.

Thank you so much for awakening that pleasant memory

Shanglan

 

[Lisa Denton]

I'm oddly relieved not to be the only one, and to read your post. It was such an intense sensation that it's still with me years later. It was good to hear from someone else who'd felt it as well.



I am given to understand that such things occur. In fact, I can recall being a child when a horse - I think it was a filly - broke her leg on one of the Triple Crown races, and asking my mother why they had to put her down.

Thank you so much for awakening that pleasant memory

Shanglan

Hey Shanglan, sometimes when I'm joshing around I mess up, didn't mean to bring you down, I was hoping to help you Laff it off, anywho, sorry.

Here, have some C-4, I just found it layin on the street, but I saw a stray dog peein on it so you need to put it in your oven to dry it out.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Hey Shanglan, sometimes when I'm joshing around I mess up, didn't mean to bring you down, I was hoping to help you Laff it off, anywho, sorry.

Here, have some C-4, I just found it layin on the street, but I saw a stray dog peein on it so you need to put it in your oven to dry it out.

*laugh* You are brilliant.

For a moment there, you had quite lured me in ... I thought, "My goodness, poor Ms. Denton thinks that I am truly upset with her. I had best dash off an apology immediately." I was composing it frantically in my head, anxious to assuage your fears.

Then you offered me some dog-piddled C4. Ah, a true friend.



Your humble servant,

Shanglan

 

[Lisa Denton]

*laugh* You are brilliant.

For a moment there, you had quite lured me in ... I thought, "My goodness, poor Ms. Denton thinks that I am truly upset with her. I had best dash off an apology immediately." I was composing it frantically in my head, anxious to assuage your fears.

Then you offered me some dog-piddled C4. Ah, a true friend.



Your humble servant,

Shanglan

Just don't carry it around in an airport, the sight of a customs dog humping a horses leg could cause a security problem.

 

[cantdog]

Too bad we're back on topic, I kinda liked the dream thread.

If you smuggled by tucking the contraband up your dog's ass, the sniffing ever-alert detective dog's alert would be dismissed, would it not?

A stretch, I know, but really, what more is there to say about the C4 incident?

Let's do dreams some more. Even that ass Aristotle wanted to talk nonsense about dreams.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Just don't carry it around in an airport, the sight of a customs dog humping a horses leg could cause a security problem.

It might very well, but I will be too occupied to notice.

So tell us about an interesting dream of your own, cantdog. I would volunteer mine, but I've already given one. At the moment I am under an enormous work strain and don't have time to dream (evidently; I never remember any when under this much stress).

Shanglan

 

[cantdog]

I have a set of recurring venues, familiar dreamscapes as it were. There is a large complex building with corridors, some of which ramp, punctuated with doors on either side, stairways.

There's another much like it, only underground, characterized by painted and unpainted, new and old, cinder-block, brick-and-mortar, rubble-and mortar, and other cellar-style walls. An extensive labyrinth connecting multiple buildings and a place I am often hunted in. Evasion is the most frequent theme there. I must avoid people who would prevent me from fulfilling some obligation or other. It's odd when a dream which had seemed otherwise unrelated turns out to be taking place in a building which has a passage into this underground. Lighting is an issue, frequently. Holes in the floor, big drops and broken staircases, missing walls, crumbling and moldy areas. Following it I can reach a space in a large city, like a parking garage beneath a weighty structure: all ramps and very thick pillars. Out of this is based a fire company who always imagine I am one of them. Frequently I scrounge a uniform and equipment to use the fire call they're going out on to foil my pursuers, only to risk being recognized as an imposter firefighter.

Every few months I'll be in some portion of this complex of places, and the paths through them are consistent, as far as I can tell.

 

[yui]

Too bad we're back on topic, I kinda liked the dream thread.

If you smuggled by tucking the contraband up your dog's ass, the sniffing ever-alert detective dog's alert would be dismissed, would it not?

A stretch, I know, but really, what more is there to say about the C4 incident?

Let's do dreams some more. Even that ass Aristotle wanted to talk nonsense about dreams.

Hi Cantdog,

[OT]I was thinking about this same thing today! Not the smuggling drugs in your dogs rump part, but about dreams. I thought, like you said, we should have a thread about dreams. Lots of people here have lots of ideas and it's fun sometimes to try to psychoanalyze dreams.

I have 10,000 Dreams Interpreted by Gustavus Hindman Miller and, though dated, it is full of dream theory and explanations of the visual symbols in your dreams. I would be happy to contribute Miller's personal theory on specific visual symbols to the thread if people are interested in such.

I love how the brain works. Your dreams sound very interesting. I am amazed by your perceived continuity of path through different cityscapes and environmental conditions. How interesting! Wonder what is your subconscious trying to tell you? Maybe that you know where you are going, regardless of obstacles are in your path?

Recurring dreams, prophetic dreams, crazy dreams, ghosts that come to you in dreams, etc… This could be a very interesting subject to pursue. I would start the thread but it would die in its infancy (I am Yui-the-thread-killer), but if someone else started it…hint, hint…

Okay, leaving now. Thank you for your time! [/OT]

Oh, and the doggy butt smuggling really is a good idea except, maybe, for the potential for unexpected expulsion...

Luck,

Yui

 

[cantdog]

Oh yeah... expulsion.

Smuggling, while romantic and concerned with thumbing the nose at authority (very appealing) is a risky thing.

Still. Expulsion. Well, a really well-socialized dog wouldn't want to just crap the baggie onto the floor right in front of God and everybody, would he?

 

[cantdog]

Okay, yui, carsonshepherd has started the thread, and we just have to go there. Look up the recurring cellars-connected-through-the-city.

Is a recurring thing like this in your 10,000? An underground labyrinth?

Crumbly buildings? Corridors?

Surely there is some meat there. I read Aristotle on dreams, and the man is a complete know-nothing.

I'll copy-and-paste the dream bits to carson's thread. Let's talk absolute tripe for a minute, shall we?

 

[yui]

Okay, yui, carsonshepherd has started the thread, and we just have to go there. Look up the recurring cellars-connected-through-the-city.

Is a recurring thing like this in your 10,000? An underground labyrinth?

Crumbly buildings? Corridors?

Surely there is some meat there. I read Aristotle on dreams, and the man is a complete know-nothing.

I'll copy-and-paste the dream bits to carson's thread. Let's talk absolute tripe for a minute, shall we?

Okay, looking up the info now! Be right back...

 

[BlackShanglan]

Evidently really *good* dumb cock-ups are too good to let die:

http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/12/15/fake.bomb.lost.ap/index.html

At least ours was a FAKE bomb.


Shanglan

 

[cantdog]

It's the pounce-and-yell squad.

 

[rgraham666]

Hey, the baggage handlers are paid about the same and receive as much training as fry cooks.

 

[Lisa Denton]

I have a set of recurring venues, familiar dreamscapes as it were. There is a large complex building with corridors, some of which ramp, punctuated with doors on either side, stairways.

There's another much like it, only underground, characterized by painted and unpainted, new and old, cinder-block, brick-and-mortar, rubble-and mortar, and other cellar-style walls. An extensive labyrinth connecting multiple buildings and a place I am often hunted in. Evasion is the most frequent theme there. I must avoid people who would prevent me from fulfilling some obligation or other. It's odd when a dream which had seemed otherwise unrelated turns out to be taking place in a building which has a passage into this underground. Lighting is an issue, frequently. Holes in the floor, big drops and broken staircases, missing walls, crumbling and moldy areas. Following it I can reach a space in a large city, like a parking garage beneath a weighty structure: all ramps and very thick pillars. Out of this is based a fire company who always imagine I am one of them. Frequently I scrounge a uniform and equipment to use the fire call they're going out on to foil my pursuers, only to risk being recognized as an imposter firefighter.

Every few months I'll be in some portion of this complex of places, and the paths through them are consistent, as far as I can tell.

Hi Cant, I am a psycho, um, I mean psychoanal-izer of dreams as a part-time hobby and I will attempt to do yours for you:

[ An extensive labyrinth connecting multiple buildings and a place I am often hunted in. Evasion is the most frequent theme there. I must avoid people who would prevent me from fulfilling some obligation or other. It's odd when a dream which had seemed otherwise unrelated turns out to be taking place in a building which has a passage into this underground. Lighting is an issue, frequently.]

This clearly indicates that somebody wants you to change out a burned-out light bulb and you don't want to do it, you would rather go hide in a hole than face your fears. I am not sure if this is a lightphobia or maybe a light-bulbobia (isn't it drop the PH after B or somethin) but it clearly indicates in psychiatric terminology that you are one sick puppy.

[Holes in the floor, big drops and broken staircases, missing walls, crumbling and moldy areas. Following it I can reach a space in a large city, like a parking garage beneath a weighty structure: all ramps and very thick pillars.]

Holes in the floor hon means you are really horny - broken staircases means you are afraid you won't be able to get it up, or that after gettin it up it will never go down again - crumbly, moldy areas Yuck - a large city parkin garage beneath a weighty structure means you like the other person on top - all ramps and very thick pillars, yea right.

[Out of this is based a fire company who always imagine I am one of them. Frequently I scrounge a uniform and equipment to use the fire call they're going out on to foil my pursuers, only to risk being recognized as an imposter firefighter]

Clearly you wanna play fireman and point big hoses at peoples and have them chasin you around but you are afraid that your hose ain't big enough.

I think that you should have sex dressed up as a fireman with all the equipment, well forget the axe and oxygen tank, while holding a light-bulb in one hand and playin with a lil toy firetruck with the other hand while swingin (he,he) your big hose around.

This will prolly fix you right up and you will be normal like me and able to adapt, improvise and overcome your fears.

"That'll be 150 bucks, cash, check or credit card?"

 

[cantdog]

Sorry, I was asleep. I didn't know you were here, Lisa...