Discussion in 'Life, Universe, And Everything Else' started by Arnathor, Jun 29, 2015.
Your subconscious is unsettled.
Jajajja. I will proyect your tacky, lumpen image to my students tomorrow. As we will discuss what further analice you need
What happened to your English?
Sarto-speak. You really need to come out of the shadows Fwiffo and see all of DW
Fwiffo does deep analysis of dreams and drams. Let the man do his thing.
When you're broke and dress like a pauper, there isn't much else to do but linger in the Life and Entertainment sections.
C'mon Fwiffs. Not so. You spend more on liquor and eating out than Leitmotif spends on clothes & shoes.
Olo, at least im not like other forum members that are always selling their crap on Ebay OLO
You say that like it is a bad thing.
Well if you buy shit that you are not even sure of and them you sell it olo
I dreamt I was in some uber interactive, highly manipulatable human history museum and that some one in my family came back from an Interstellar-sqe journey.
I dream that i was a illegal immigrant from yemen and when i got to dulles I got held and sent to gitmo. When I woke up I was glad to be venezuelan.
I had a dream I was talking to my brother about insuring marine cargo shipments to countries that are under financial sanctions. Iran was there, but so was China. China's not under sanctions.
Last night I had a dream that John Slattery invited me to his home for dinner. The dining area was separated by a centre partition. It looked more like my parents' basement as we walked downstairs. On one entrance, there was a trolley of cardboard boxes presumably holding all the sandwiches that were in the middle of the dining table. Several random caucasian faces were sitting there. At the end of the table was Charlton Heston. I sat somewhere in between the two men so I had to turn left and right as the conversation bounced between Slattery and Heston. Then Slattery got animated and stood up in the middle of our meal and every time he'd challenge Heston, Heston would eat more. Except he took the meat from another sandwich and placed it on what remained of his first sandwich. He would continuously do this stacking the excess lettuce and pickles on a discarded sandwich that was sitting in the centre in front of me. Until at some point there were too many pickles in the end and it toppled over. Then I woke up.
I go into this restaurant with a suit and tie. It's an older restaurant that claims to be all about seafood - I reckon some Mediterranean country. Anyway, I come in and it's busy but one glance at the high top tables and the bar and it's all senior citizens. I think to myself my alumni events have a younger median age than this.
I navigate past rows of old women and go to the back half of the square bar (three serving sides) and find a spot when a row of Golden Girls like women leave with their fruity cocktails. I sit down and look for a bartender but they're all busy so a black waitress comes by with a Caribbean accent and says don't order from them, I'll take care of you. I ask for Crown Royal on the rocks and she disappears to get my drink. Now I think it's a mistake to give this woman tip and the cheque because the bartenders behind the bar are free again and have already served other customers. Finally she comes back and she gives me Crown Royal with one big rock in a frozen stein glass. I stare at the drink for a few seconds and the woman bartender, another black woman, starts laughing at me and offers to take the ice out with tongs so I can try to drink it.
At this point a hostess comes to ask me whether I want the table as it is now free. I go to the table and on my way past the hostess station bump into one of my lady friends. She's in a ravishing evening dress and we are both seated. I check whether she needs to go back to work afterwards and she says yes so we order white wine by the glass. As usual she needs to go to the washroom before I even order food, so I get up as she leaves the table (yes I'm old fashioned when it comes to dates). And as I'm staring at the menu and about to sit down, another lady friend rushes in with an equally ravishing dress and a pashmina and says, "Sorry I'm late! Oh you ordered wine for me already. Sit down and let's eat." As she fumbles to take off her pashmina and finds a place for her purse the other woman returns to the table and sees both of us - I'm still standing.
Sheepishly, I said in a higher pitched voice, "Can we get a table for three and eat together?"
The first woman leaves. The second woman puts her pashmina back on and takes her purse. She turns her cheek towards me and says, "Come on, give me a kiss before we both leave you."
And then I woke up.
Sounds like a normal. Fwiffo date not a dream
I had to check that this was not a regular Fwiffo post in Strange Things Seen Daily by Me
I gotta agree with them Fwiffo
I met one of the women today and recounted my dream. She can attest it's a dream.
I had a dream last night where I was in the middle of a financial district office building. The ones with at least two or three floors of lobby space, escalators and revolving doors. One of my lady friends walks by in a floral blue dress and a white cardigan. I follow her going out a revolving door to chase her. We end up staring at each other through the glass but she somehow stops the revolving door and shakes her head and points a finger back into the concourse.
In the middle of the concourse I see another lady friend. She's in those black yoga trousers with a white jumper. I call out her name to get her attention and all she does is puts on her hood and runs off to another part of the building where again I can't leave through the revolving door because it's locked. When I turn around I see her again and she leads me to another locked exit.
Got up at 440 this morning with that pent up anger in my chest.
I was in some kind of conference room with a younger guy, black guy with curly hair. As he was showing some facts from a computer on a television screen, I felt the need to stand up and bark at him, "I don't f*$#ing care if you're bringing up these views because you're brown, you think you're black or you're the emperor of Japan. Get yourself and your sh#* the f@&! out of here." Might have thrown something on the conference room table and then stormed out.
I got up today 350 and decided to roll my alarm clock further ahead from 525 to 555 because I knew I would have issues getting back to bed. Then insomnia hits for a bit and I roll it to 615. Some time after 5 I drift off to sleep again. I woke up and saw the time on my iPad was 742 and I said bugger, how did I not wake up since I was approaching 6 hours of sleep and I rarely sleep more than that. I leave my bedroom to go get a glass of water and I noticed my place is now a two bedroom with wood accents and an actual dining table. Somehow I know where the water is in the kitchen and I pour myself a glass and then head to the bathroom still muttering to myself that I missed the alarm.
Somewhere in the process of getting ready to go I check my mobile - still seeing the 742. I swipe through some of the app screens and notice that the icons aren't anything I use. That's when I realized I'm dreaming. Now I'm thinking I'm going to miss the real alarm I set because I'm stuck in this dream world. How the hell do I wake myself up? I briefly thought of throwing something at the window and jumping out to kill myself or smashing my iPad on my head. But ultimately it was the apps. The more I tried to use my mobile in my dream the more I realized this is a dream because this mobile isn't set up the way I have it set up and finally I woke up - 2 minutes before 615.
I had a dream the other night that I was at a dinner party and the host had prepared old masters and works of art to eat. They would cut a piece from a canvas and prepare it and you would digest the experience of the art work. Apparently all the rage in my dream world.
I dreamt that I was on holiday either on a spaceship or on another planet. Earth is destroyed so we lose all of our homes and the best of us have secondary residences. We only have what we have on hand which means all mementos and photographs are lost. I see four frames on a coffee table but only have the photograph for my paternal grandfather. The other grandparents in the order of when I lost them in life are missing. I ask my mother whether all the photographs were in the basement and thus lost. I then ask my mother whether her relatives survived so we can ask them for photographs of my maternal grandparents.
Having resolved I have to deal with the fact that things won't ever be the same, I leave this cheery, bright coloured home and head towards a restaurant. I sit at the bar - all white wooden bar, open windows with the bright sun shining in. I thought this couldn't be too bad. Warm seaside weather. The two bartenders are Iranian women with short hair. As I people watch, I noticed one of them passes an advert with an extension on it. One of two people who get this then disappear from the bar. Eventually I figure what it is - escort service. I leave the bar and walk to my new home, I see someone on my white sofa. Actually two people. Some woman with a bikini top riding some man. I start walking toward them because I have no idea why they need to be having sex in my home and then I noticed the 'woman' is actually a transsexual.
This could take off. Thanks for the business idea!