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Arnathor

Arnathor

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IIT, record your recent dreams and attempt to explain them.
 
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I always have the same dream when I have a fever. I'm floating over a landscape, very simple, but very intense.

On another occasion I became conscious in a dream and I was able to take control of what was happening, but it's only ever happened once.
 
I had a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
 
I am usually conscious within my dreams, with varying degrees of control. When I ate a weed cookie the ensuing sleep yielded very lucid dreams that I had full control of, it felt like I was playing a video game in my head.
 
The two recurring ones, albeit infrequent, were:
  • I have a pet dog. I forget that I have a pet dog. I find starved dead pet dog.
  • I am alerted that I am failing a college course that I don't recall signing up for, never attended or did any work for, and it is too late to drop the class.
 
Just regular recurring dream? Rarely remember dreams. One that I do recall that has recurred is being in a boat on a lake that becomes shallower and shallower and foundering on rocks.

When I used to partake of hallucinogens such as mescaline, mushrooms or Ayahuasca, the visions were always about the destruction of the earth via nuclear annihilation propagated by cartoon characters - usually rodents. Everything emanated from the every unfolding head of a dime-store Indian. No shit.
 
I've been having some extremely lucid dreams even during naps. I had one yesterday where I was downstairs at the lower level of a train station. Someone told me it was my obligation to ensure all my staff go home on the right trains. I start going up to the platform to check on one or two staff. I came upon the next one and there was a rush of people getting off the train crowding the platform. As I was pushing my way upstream on the stairs in the narrow corridor, I finally got to the door and started to push my way on to the platform. I'm seeing the tops of some heads and can't see my staff. Then as I am about to leave the entranceway, I feel some people collaring my suit jacket - I must have left it unbutton and the crowd's momentum and the collar effect drag me back down into the stairway again. I woke up hitting (luckily no one and nothing expensive) the bed on the right side trying to get the jacket off so I don't get dragged down again.
 
Fwiffo said:
I've been having some extremely lucid dreams even during naps. I had one yesterday where I was downstairs at the lower level of a train station. Someone told me it was my obligation to ensure all my staff go home on the right trains. I start going up to the platform to check on one or two staff. I came upon the next one and there was a rush of people getting off the train crowding the platform. As I was pushing my way upstream on the stairs in the narrow corridor, I finally got to the door and started to push my way on to the platform. I'm seeing the tops of some heads and can't see my staff. Then as I am about to leave the entranceway, I feel some people collaring my suit jacket - I must have left it unbutton and the crowd's momentum and the collar effect drag me back down into the stairway again. I woke up hitting (luckily no one and nothing expensive) the bed on the right side trying to get the jacket off so I don't get dragged down again.
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That is some dedication to work and menswear.
 
I had a dream I was moving around a lattice of hexagons. At each point of the hexagon I was in a different boardroom or workplace situation negotiating, arguing, fighting. I remember saying "You think you can do a better job?" or "I'm going to crush you", "And if you don't care, you don't need to be here - the world needs more cashiers" etc. After the episode, I'd see the hexagon again and an indicator I'm moving to the next point. After the six meeting rooms, I'd move on to a different firm (the decor changed). I woke up abruptly with some chest constriction thinking I needed to say something to defend myself.

The lattice work was on a few vendor proposals I saw last week so I know it's a digest of the week's information.

My heart rate was not abnormally high when I woke up although my right hand was clenched into a fist.
 
It is astonishing how powerful the brain is to produce these images.
I just woke up from a dream where I was in my elementary school gym, playing ball hockey with a bunch of children. After the game I flew to my car in a parking lot that is actually a couple blocks away from my old school.
 
I dreamed that I kept falling into a naked woman's arms. As soon as I got there and felt the warmth, it looped back and I fell again. I awoke to a fluorescent bulb flickering at the same cyclic rate.
 
I just woke up that I was dreaming about having a party in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air house, but the owners were Uncle Phil and Aunt Viv, it was the wretched Queen of England, and at this party was pretty much every attractive girl I know in my day to day.

Then two famous rappers showed up and I was also looking after four random cats that live in the house. I can't remember much else, but it was at least a 15 minute dream and very detailed. I remember that one cat was a little shit and keep scratching at my arm, while a very small kitten was playing with a feather I was dangling.
 
Arnathor said:
I just woke up that I was dreaming about having a party in the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air house, but the owners were Uncle Phil and Aunt Viv, it was the wretched Queen of England, and at this party was pretty much every attractive girl I know in my day to day.

Then two famous rappers showed up and I was also looking after four random cats that live in the house. I can't remember much else, but it was at least a 15 minute dream and very detailed. I remember that one cat was a little shit and keep scratching at my arm, while a very small kitten was playing with a feather I was dangling.
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Well the rapper part is easy to explain. Your subconscious is bothered by the fact that Canada's greatest rap star Drake uses a ghostwriter and cannot bust out rhymes at will. At a meta-level, your inner you is devastated that Drake represents Canada and how it pales in Comparison to the USA.

The Queen is always in your dreams because you want to bang her. 4 cats suggest how pussy hungry you are for HRH.
 
Hmm, I felt that he saw the monarchy as a parent figure from which he sought to rebel, and then an overt Dylann Storm Roof cuckolding issue. The cats indeed are a stand-in for female sexuality and how it harms him or toys with him.
 
I do not want to give HRH the piece, I can assure of you that.
Interesting analize, though.
 
Arnathor said:
I do not want to give HRH the piece, I can assure of you that.
Interesting analize, though.
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You don't want it? The Queen pussy?
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I just had a dream that I was on the run from monsters that were turning people into all sorts of other monsters.
 
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I dreamt I was in Boston, although I couldn't tell if it was actually Boston. I remember buying coffee and giving americans toonies.
 
I dreamt that i was in my office at work
Wearing my borrelli swim trunks and my rolex datejust
They also put a big plant in my office
I had previously made them remove another plant but i saw an even bigger one
The ceo came in and asked whats up
I said: wearing my swimpants
He said: alright, cool
 
I dreamt I went to a Meetup event that was listed as 90 percent women but ended up being two women and four men plus myself. The table reserved was so empty the Meetup hostess asked us to push chairs together so we're more intimate. I got up and left.

I looked on Google Maps and found a place midtown called Triangle City. It's literally rows of 1970s cement flats where the poor now reside. There was one interesting end unit that was colourful instead of grey that was inhabited by Drea De Matteo. I went to visit there and all I found were photographs of her and a grey haired Michael Imperioli doing various comic poses - rows and rows of these photographs in that house.

I got bored of The Sopranos and went to a bar in Triangle City. The bar's furnishings are vaguely familiar but it's bigger. I enter through the back door connected within the hotel and run into the bartender carrying some supplies out of another passageway in the bar to the storage and bathrooms. She's the bartender who serves me at the Fairmont Royal York, except she's younger now and her slouched gait is fixed. I expressed surprise that the bathrooms are not in the hotel where I came from - I never knew her bar had bathrooms. I was always using the wrong entrance. I get a drink, whisky in a shot glass, and found a long table - it was people from work. I have a seat and the archnemesis' crony sits next to me. She recently handed in her notice and whispered in my left ear that she was remorseful for what she has done and wanted me to hire back one of my female directs she schemed to get rid of when I got transferred to another department. I start recounting all her transgressions, and with each one I get louder and eventually stand up screaming at her. She's still sitting with her head tilted and resting on the table. I yell so much my heart rate shoots up and I awake.‎
 
I dreamt the current prime minister of Canada moved the capitol from Ottawa to Edmonton. The rationale was the Westminster style towers were too religious and parliament hill needed massive renovations. Instead, the government chose a squat old reddish brick building from the late 19th century as the new seat of parliament. The columnists in the paper said it was easier for the prime minister to be surrounded by a populace and civil servants that were sympathetic to his philosophy and creed rather than fight for conservative beliefs in a sea of liberal resistance.

I woke up and checked my mobile to see if that was part of the election platform.
 
I had a dream last night where I was in some auditorium. My ex boss from my former workplace was on stage with a moderator. There is a microphone hanging from the ceiling that is somehow moved between people who ask questions and people who answer them. It is a work event. People are in business attire. There is a woman, a younger one, curly dark and long hair tied into a pony tail, olive skin, asking about the use of some vendor and a software.

She asks, "Who in the company at that time was in charge of entering the firm into a contract with this vendor over the use of this software?"

I wave for the microphone towards me. "It was me. I was director at the time we bound that contract."

The microphone moves back to her and she follows up, "Did you review the terms of the contract? Were you aware of the stipulations and conditions that came with it?"

I reply, "As I recall, I was only five days into my role when I committed the firm to this agreement. I had the choice between stalling to negotiate better terms, or losing the ability to book premiums. As part of an insurance organisation, I chose the latter." There were subtle chuckles after my answer and I caught a glance that my ex boss smiled.

Strangely I had a southern accent akin to the hammed up one Jon Voight had in The Rainmaker, but I'm pretty sure that's my brain digesting my last week's trip to Atlanta.
 
Maybe I do, but the ones I remember most vividly are probably work related or populated with people from the professional world.

Oh wait, scroll up more mate, I did dream about going out drinking.
 
I had a really bizarre dream about handling this dried, hard, chopped off fingertip, and then realizing that it wash my own and that my right hand's middle finger was indeed gone to around the first knuckle. I was oddly matter-of-fact in this observance.
Surely this is something relating to a castration complex.
 
I got angry in my dream about the manager of our PMO. He was moaning about how people didn't know what they were doing incurring X for some task. And then I said in the conference room look at your plan - that's for set up. To execute you have Y cost estimated which is smaller than X. This is setting me up into a good mood for the 9am meeting this morning. I woke up with my usual angry heart racing mode.

That said I haven't smoked since the beginning of the month and I noticed I was chain smoking in the conference room, downstairs in the lobby and into the restaurant as I was waiting for a table. I kept tossing the butt into the carpet and on the ground and then noticed I passed by a used ash tray slightly out of sight. The last one was right behind the hostess' podium that I saw after getting the table.
 
I dreamt I was in a hotel. I think it was a Holiday Inn. I dreamt I was going around the corner and an old short man with shaggy beard and bald head comes out of one door and into the other one cackling. The hallway is full of foam suds and it's coming from the room he crossed into. There's a voice inside - an old woman, deep and cracking. I hear them converse and one of them says, "I hadn't a clue where I put it but I found it." I think it was the contraption to plug the tub. He comes back out, sloshing on the wet carpet, and looks up at me, "I wish we could have found it earlier." Then he closes his door. I'm left to wonder whether I should wade over the suds to get to the lift.
 
Fwiffo said:
I finished last night at a hotel bar at Royal York. Because of where I live and where I work, I go by or through a hotel nearly every week day.
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I'm at the Tiff Bell Litebox tonight for a shoot, any bars you recommend in that area?
 
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