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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 13:51:41 GMT -5
Last night I had a strange and lucid dream that included Ruthie and I with a smattering of some of our friends and CC Sabathia was one of the friends. For some unknown reason we were all be chased by a secretive group of nicely dressed (blazers and such) young men.
None of us seemed to have a permanent residence (including CC). We would move into sparse apartments trying to get away from them. First it was in the “100 block”. Someone would look out the window and see one of the guys, who would invariably show a weapon.
Every time we moved we would sneak out via an alley, and we would move to the 200 block, then the 300 block, the 400, and the same thing would happen. Then, being the smart one in the group, suggested that we were moving too systematically and needed to move much further, like to the 3000 block. CC enthusiastically agreed and suggested I be voted the “leader”. Living in these communal apartments seemed to be the societal norm.
To make such a “major” move we would all have to travel by bus. Our clothing would have to be hung on a garment rack with wheels and be put on a “Garment Bus”, while we traveled on the “People Movement Vehicle” (PMV).
For some reason I had to be transported on a special bus that was supposed to take people and clothing. When the bus arrived I was informed that I had been misinformed and that I would have to make arrangements for my clothing to go on the Garment Bus after all. The driver was kind and arranged for me to take the next PMV which would give me time to call and arrange for a Garment Bus to pick up my clothing.
After a slight delay all went well. Ruthie greeted me at our new sparsely furnished apartment. CC smiled warmly along with the rest of the group of friends as I was informed there had not been a single sign of the nicely dressed armed young men. I was now the official leader. I can only assume that we all lived happily ever after. I know I woke up at least once last night with indigestion. Perhaps that was what ended this dream, and started the next one... perhaps the two dreams and the interruption of sleep is why I slept a couple hours later this morning. I know both dreams had a measure of stress and were quite lucid...
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Post by domeplease on May 17, 2020 14:13:53 GMT -5
Last night I had a strange and lucid dream that included Ruthie and I with a smattering of some of our friends and CC Sabathia was one of the friends. For some unknown reason we were all be chased by a secretive group of nicely dressed (blazers and such) young men. None of us seemed to have a permanent residence (including CC). We would move into sparse apartments trying to get away from them. First it was in the “100 block”. Someone would look out the window and see one of the guys, who would invariably show a weapon. Every time we moved we would sneak out via an alley, and we would move to the 200 block, then the 300 block, the 400, and the same thing would happen. Then, being the smart one in the group, suggested that we were moving too systematically and needed to move much further, like to the 3000 block. CC enthusiastically agreed and suggested I be voted the “leader”. Living in these communal apartments seemed to be the societal norm. To make such a “major” move we would all have to travel by bus. Our clothing would have to be hung on a garment rack with wheels and be put on a “Garment Bus”, while we traveled on the “People Movement Vehicle” (PMV). For some reason I had to be transported on a special bus that was supposed to take people and clothing. When the bus arrived I was informed that I had been misinformed and that I would have to make arrangements for my clothing to go on the Garment Bus after all. The driver was kind and arranged for me to take the next PMV which would give me time to call and arrange for a Garment Bus to pick up my clothing. After a slight delay all went well. Ruthie greeted me at our new sparsely furnished apartment. CC smiled warmly along with the rest of the group of friends as I was informed there had not been a single sign of the nicely dressed armed young men. I was now the official leader. I can only assume that we all lived happily ever after. I know I woke up at least once last night with indigestion. Perhaps that was what ended this dream, and started the next one... perhaps the two dreams and the interruption of sleep is why I slept a couple hours later this morning. I know both dreams had a measure of stress and were quite lucid...
--FIRST: I do NOT care how much those Magic Mushrooms cost just get me at least 2-kilos ASAP. If they are as good as your dream; you are in for BONUS TIME.
--SECOND: SEE FIRST POINT.
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Post by domeplease on May 17, 2020 14:45:05 GMT -5
Last night I had a strange and lucid dream that included Ruthie and I with a smattering of some of our friends and CC Sabathia was one of the friends. For some unknown reason we were all be chased by a secretive group of nicely dressed (blazers and such) young men. None of us seemed to have a permanent residence (including CC). We would move into sparse apartments trying to get away from them. First it was in the “100 block”. Someone would look out the window and see one of the guys, who would invariably show a weapon. Every time we moved we would sneak out via an alley, and we would move to the 200 block, then the 300 block, the 400, and the same thing would happen. Then, being the smart one in the group, suggested that we were moving too systematically and needed to move much further, like to the 3000 block. CC enthusiastically agreed and suggested I be voted the “leader”. Living in these communal apartments seemed to be the societal norm. To make such a “major” move we would all have to travel by bus. Our clothing would have to be hung on a garment rack with wheels and be put on a “Garment Bus”, while we traveled on the “People Movement Vehicle” (PMV). For some reason I had to be transported on a special bus that was supposed to take people and clothing. When the bus arrived I was informed that I had been misinformed and that I would have to make arrangements for my clothing to go on the Garment Bus after all. The driver was kind and arranged for me to take the next PMV which would give me time to call and arrange for a Garment Bus to pick up my clothing. After a slight delay all went well. Ruthie greeted me at our new sparsely furnished apartment. CC smiled warmly along with the rest of the group of friends as I was informed there had not been a single sign of the nicely dressed armed young men. I was now the official leader. I can only assume that we all lived happily ever after. I know I woke up at least once last night with indigestion. Perhaps that was what ended this dream, and started the next one... perhaps the two dreams and the interruption of sleep is why I slept a couple hours later this morning. I know both dreams had a measure of stress and were quite lucid...
--FIRST: I do NOT care how much those Magic Mushrooms cost just get me at least 2-kilos ASAP. If they are as good as your dream; you are in for BONUS TIME.
--SECOND: SEE FIRST POINT.
Do Not feel weird about your Mushroom Dreams...You could have dreamed about these:
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 15:01:33 GMT -5
TWO THINGS:
--FIRST: I do NOT care how much those Magic Mushrooms cost just get me at least 2-kilos ASAP. If they are as good as your dream; you are in for BONUS TIME.
--SECOND: SEE FIRST POINT.
Do Not feel weird about your Mushroom Dreams...You could have dreamed about these:
What? Those were only dreams?... |
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Post by chiyankee on May 17, 2020 15:01:40 GMT -5
Is it weird if you rarely remember any of your dreams? Because I don't.
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 15:07:11 GMT -5
Is it weird if you rarely remember any of your dreams? Because I don't. I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think recall and non-recall are perfectly normal. Last night when I woke up, I told Ruthie quickly what I dreamed. This morning she asked me about (both dreams) but said she would rather I didn’t tell her til morning. I told her if I did that I might forget them. I need her to jog her memory. I do suspect that we may live simultaneous lives in another dimension and some of our dreams are memories of that other life. Put that one in your mushroom pipe and smoke the living hell out of it. Some things are just too familiar. The CC Dream was not like that. While it seemed very real in some ways, CC’s inclusion pulled reality out of it... |
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Post by chiyankee on May 17, 2020 15:20:46 GMT -5
Maybe CC being in the news this week, showing off his new fit & trim body was the reason he showed up in your dream? In the real Yankee world and the dream one, CC will be missed, the guy was such a true leader.
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 15:44:33 GMT -5
Maybe CC being in the news this week, showing off his new fit & trim body was the reason he showed up in your dream? In the real Yankee world and the dream one, CC will be missed, the guy was such a true leader. Truth is that I did not see that news item, and it was chubby CC in my dream... There are times I can rationalize dreams with recent life or news events though. I do enjoy recalling dreams and have some that have woke me up laughing. Those may be the best. I’ve also had some dreams, good and bad, that I seemed to rationalize as not being real. Those wake me up and leave me shaking my head. I’ve been told that is extremely rare and demonstrates an unusual state of awareness. That was not a professional opinion though. A professional would lock my ass away... |
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Post by chiyankee on May 17, 2020 15:47:29 GMT -5
Maybe CC being in the news this week, showing off his new fit & trim body was the reason he showed up in your dream? In the real Yankee world and the dream one, CC will be missed, the guy was such a true leader. Truth is that I did not see that news item, and it was chubby CC in my dream... The beginning and end of my time as a dream analyzer.  |
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 16:02:38 GMT -5
Truth is that I did not see that news item, and it was chubby CC in my dream... The beginning and end of my time as a dream analyzer. Fired first day on the job. Just like Robin Yount’s brother Larry... 😂 |
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 16:22:22 GMT -5
BTW: The parenthetical secondary title to this thread was a tribute to Rocky and Bullwinkle...
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Post by chiyankee on May 17, 2020 18:04:34 GMT -5
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Post by kaybli on May 17, 2020 19:05:47 GMT -5
Last night I had a strange and lucid dream that included Ruthie and I with a smattering of some of our friends and CC Sabathia was one of the friends. For some unknown reason we were all be chased by a secretive group of nicely dressed (blazers and such) young men. None of us seemed to have a permanent residence (including CC). We would move into sparse apartments trying to get away from them. First it was in the “100 block”. Someone would look out the window and see one of the guys, who would invariably show a weapon. Every time we moved we would sneak out via an alley, and we would move to the 200 block, then the 300 block, the 400, and the same thing would happen. Then, being the smart one in the group, suggested that we were moving too systematically and needed to move much further, like to the 3000 block. CC enthusiastically agreed and suggested I be voted the “leader”. Living in these communal apartments seemed to be the societal norm. To make such a “major” move we would all have to travel by bus. Our clothing would have to be hung on a garment rack with wheels and be put on a “Garment Bus”, while we traveled on the “People Movement Vehicle” (PMV). For some reason I had to be transported on a special bus that was supposed to take people and clothing. When the bus arrived I was informed that I had been misinformed and that I would have to make arrangements for my clothing to go on the Garment Bus after all. The driver was kind and arranged for me to take the next PMV which would give me time to call and arrange for a Garment Bus to pick up my clothing. After a slight delay all went well. Ruthie greeted me at our new sparsely furnished apartment. CC smiled warmly along with the rest of the group of friends as I was informed there had not been a single sign of the nicely dressed armed young men. I was now the official leader. I can only assume that we all lived happily ever after. I know I woke up at least once last night with indigestion. Perhaps that was what ended this dream, and started the next one... perhaps the two dreams and the interruption of sleep is why I slept a couple hours later this morning. I know both dreams had a measure of stress and were quite lucid... I think inger has been dipping into dome's stash of magic mushrooms. |
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Post by kaybli on May 17, 2020 19:06:16 GMT -5
Last night I had a strange and lucid dream that included Ruthie and I with a smattering of some of our friends and CC Sabathia was one of the friends. For some unknown reason we were all be chased by a secretive group of nicely dressed (blazers and such) young men. None of us seemed to have a permanent residence (including CC). We would move into sparse apartments trying to get away from them. First it was in the “100 block”. Someone would look out the window and see one of the guys, who would invariably show a weapon. Every time we moved we would sneak out via an alley, and we would move to the 200 block, then the 300 block, the 400, and the same thing would happen. Then, being the smart one in the group, suggested that we were moving too systematically and needed to move much further, like to the 3000 block. CC enthusiastically agreed and suggested I be voted the “leader”. Living in these communal apartments seemed to be the societal norm. To make such a “major” move we would all have to travel by bus. Our clothing would have to be hung on a garment rack with wheels and be put on a “Garment Bus”, while we traveled on the “People Movement Vehicle” (PMV). For some reason I had to be transported on a special bus that was supposed to take people and clothing. When the bus arrived I was informed that I had been misinformed and that I would have to make arrangements for my clothing to go on the Garment Bus after all. The driver was kind and arranged for me to take the next PMV which would give me time to call and arrange for a Garment Bus to pick up my clothing. After a slight delay all went well. Ruthie greeted me at our new sparsely furnished apartment. CC smiled warmly along with the rest of the group of friends as I was informed there had not been a single sign of the nicely dressed armed young men. I was now the official leader. I can only assume that we all lived happily ever after. I know I woke up at least once last night with indigestion. Perhaps that was what ended this dream, and started the next one... perhaps the two dreams and the interruption of sleep is why I slept a couple hours later this morning. I know both dreams had a measure of stress and were quite lucid... I think inger has been dipping into dome's stash of magic mushrooms. Whoops, that joke has been made already. |
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Post by inger on May 17, 2020 19:42:11 GMT -5
I think inger has been dipping into dome's stash of magic mushrooms. Whoops, that joke has been made already. That’s all right. If was worthy of a second opinion...But on mushrooms I would have said “CC came to me in a vision”. Then I would have asked myself for advice about my sex life. For the record, as long as it doesn’t involve extra-marital or illegal circumstances, I’ll always say you only live once. If you dig it, do it. If you really dig it, do it twice. <quoted from a Jim Croce album>... |
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