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jfv wrote: Tue Sep 24, 2024 2:42 pmDream I remember most vividly: it was around the time my previous company was going through layoffs. Dream involved people getting notified to report to HR, but instead of getting laid off, they were sent behind the building and shot dead.

Two things:

1. That gives a new meaning to the word "termination"
2. Most employers in the US probably wish they could do this for real

I just woke up from a dream where I was watching TV and saw a preview for a new M*A*S*H movie. There was a brief scene of Hawkeye playing with Honeycutt’s balls. After the preview was over, I thought that’s crazy there’s a new M*A*S*H movie coming out.

Been on the sober train the last 2 weeks and holy hell do I need help, My brain is sending the crazy at sleepy time....

Actually looking forward to tonights feature. How mad can shit get..

speedie wrote: Wed Oct 30, 2024 3:48 am Been on the sober train the last 2 weeks and holy hell do I need help, My brain is sending the crazy at sleepy time....

Actually looking forward to tonights feature. How mad can shit get..

One day at a time. Keep at it.

I was listening to "Viva La Vida" and towards the end the drum arrangement became more dramatic with fills and rolls on snare and toms and it sounded so fucking good that I thought to myself that I was dreaming and needed to listen to the song when I woke-up. That's when I woke-up but didn't because sleep paralysis. I could see everything around me but the memory of the song was fading and I just couldn't move. Finally knocked myself out of it and now I can't even fathom how the song would play out the way I heard it in my dream.

There's a conscious uncoupling joke in there somewhere.

My Goop-sponsored fetal stem cell-lined mattress just needs to be flipped.

I’m kind of 50/50 with sleep paralysis. If I’m breathing freely, I’ll get adventurous with it. I’ll float to the ceiling and do somersaults. If I’m having a hard time breathing, then it’s torture. I start moaning and begging for Elizabeth to wake me up.

I’ve always had sleep paralysis, and it has made for a lot of terrible awakenings. The presence around my bed was more vivid when I was younger. Now it’s shadowy and oblique. If I’m breathing well, I can study it until it dissipates. Sometimes it’s electric, with strobing white light. Sometimes it’s a dark presence.

I often think about a time I had a sleep paralysis in the middle of the day while napping in the cab of a truck outside of Seligman, AZ. I started floating outside the truck and into the high desert. I only seemed to have one arm, and I was tethered to my body by a long cord.


Minds are weird.

I'm at a fast food type place at the soda fountain trying to get my wife a fountain drink. I fill a cup and put it down and look for a plastic lid. I find the lid and go back to place it on the soda and the soda is gone. I pour another one. Same thing. I pour a third, it's gone when I come back to place the lid on it. A woman, Zoe, I used to work with over a decade ago is working there.

"Something keeps happening to the sodas I pour. I put it down to get a lid and when I come back to it it's gone."
"You have to put it in the architecture first," Zoe says, and opens a cabinet below the soda fountain and looks for this "architecture."
"Architecture, what do you mean? We're standing in architecture."

She continues to look for whatever it is the soda needs to go into before the lid goes on.

I wake up super bummed because I really wanted to know what this architecture is.

I just completed a successful nap wherein I dreamt about having a meal at a bar not unlike the Hideout. It was staffed by a couple of previous co-workers and Stomatopod-John who was looking exceptionally handsome. John began talking about how meaningful this community is to its participants and I enthusiastically expressed agreement. It was a very nice dream.