Last night I dreamed I went back to school to get my PhD, in, of all things, particle physics. o.O
I could not write about last night's nightmares when I woke from them this morning in the wee hours. I just couldn't.
I was reliving a time from when I was 13 and had run away from home. The nightmare started after New Mexico (thank you all to hell and gone for small favors, eh?).
I was 13. Hitch-hiking was my mode of travel, and let me tell you, the truck drivers who gave me lifts - those guys and gals were good people. The crowd I fell in with in Los Angeles? Bad people. Very very bad people.
I got to re-live having the bottoms of my feet caned for trying to leave, having my teeth kicked in for mouthing off. Yeah.
No bueno.
The rest, I am just not going to write about.
I've been reliving parts of this whole time period from walking out of my parents' house through walking back through the front door, for the past few weeks.
I'd like to be done now, please.
I want to write down my nightmare from last night but I can't seem to even get started.
...
I've stared at the screen for 7 minutes now just ... thinking.
Yeah. No. I can't type it out, even though this has been plaguing me.
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Write something else, just a flow of thoughts and it will come out all on its own. And afterward, you won't feel so bogged down by it.
-hug-*love*-hug-
Dreams are hard to remember most of the time...sucks.
So I woke up when the Universe gave me a Ralphie style, "HAHA!" point and laugh.
I dreamed I was trying on shoes (shaddup) and I'd find these nifty neat ones labeled with my size, go to put them on ... and they were men's size. So I did the math, went for a men's size five ... and those were women's fives.
No dream shoe joy for the Dee.
I woke myself up giggling at the absurdity of the entire thing. heh.
I feel better (thank you sweet baby sacrificial lamb).
(No, I did not sacrifice an animal).
Damned nightmares, though. Last night, I was again quarry, being chased through woods by men on horses, coarsely laughing, and by their hounds.
I was wearing simple ragged home spun. I think I was a peasant girl, or something, and these men were some kind of gentry.
It was rather harrowing, but I woke up before I was caught (thank you again sweet baby sacrificial lamb). Every time I fell asleep this would repeat. :(
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So you like the chase :-p
No, not at all. :( I dislike it. Intensely.
What a strange dream. I'm sorry to hear that it kept waking you up too. Sucks when that happens, huh? Our brains are just whacky like that I guess lol.
I hope that you are able to sleep better and have nice dreams. :)
I took tylenol last night for my shoulder. Taking any kind of pain stuff always makes me sleepy, and makes it difficult for me to wake myself.
I had pleasant dreams last night, for a change. Very, very pleasant dreams.
I dreamed of being wrapped in warm, firm arms, and rocked to sleep, cuddled in them, my back held against a warm chest.
That was absolutely lovely. Just ... lovely.
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Sounds nice.
It was very very nice. :)
I had a dream like that a week or so ago. It was so utterly divine that I felt like crying when I woke up, simply because I woke up.
I will have that dream come true one day, and so will you. :)
...I need some strong arms and a warm chest too!
That was horrible. Absolutely horrible. I thought I woke from the nightmare, called your phone and a woman answered. But .. that was still in the nightmare. She said of course I reached the right phone, laughed at me, and handed the phone across a bed to you.
Then I woke up from THAT (for real this time) ... and had no nerve to call your phone.
The original nightmare ... No. Not going there. You have blue eyes, not brown. Blue eyes not brown. Blue eyes, not brown. Your eyes are blue.
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Ive had that one... calling him and someone else answering. I always wake up pissed off.
Alright, Moonie. I don't know how, but this has to be your fault, woman.
I dreamed you were teaching my 7th grade band class about ferrets, and I had to write a report. My writing utensil was a green crayon, and my "paper" was woven grass mats.
Needless to say, my report was a hot mess.
Junior high was a special level of hell for me, being the weirdly socialized smart fat kid.
Why would I dream of you in that hell, hmm?
Well. The ferrets were cute. :) Masked bastards.
Why, now, do I have Alice Cooper's, "Welcome to my nightmare" (being sung by Miss Piggy) going through my head?
...
You know ... I think I'll just move along. o.O
So. Last night was awful. I couldn't wake myself up for more than a few seconds at a time, and they nightmares just kept rolling through me like waves.
Most of them were the same one that seems to hit me regularly, the nun dream, where they are trying to cram me into a habit and make me relinquish the healthy (mental and physical) behaviors I have tried to learn. they smell awful, and their teeth are rotting.
A few others cropped up, just amorphous "I am hunted" dreams.
For all I was in bed 10 hours, I don't think I slept very well at all.
Meh. I am fucking STARVING.
Disjointed ramblings is all I have for you today.
Nothing profound, nothing terrifying .. just stultifying.
Disjointed ramblings is all my mind gave last night.
I need to go break something.
I had the most amazing dream!
I dreamed I could see the 6th dimensional mental latices where magic lives and breathes, and I understood the symbology and iconography of the sexternions! I could understand and speak the mathematics of magic. I have never seen such esoteric symbols in all of the maths or sciences I have read, It was unutterably lovely and peaceful and joyous and complex. I want to go back!
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Yay! No nightmare.;)
Reminds me of a passage in one of Bill Bryson's books, he was talking about someone in history who (if I remember correctly) got high on opium and had amazing visions, knew the meaning of life, and suchlike. The guy wrote things down when he was high, and when he came down he eagerly went to read what he had written about the meaning of life. He had written this: "a smell of petroleum prevails throughout." :P
I don't want to go to sleep, I really don't. But, I can't keep my eyes open any longer.
Meh.
I fell back asleep about 7am, to on and off dreams of strangers looking at me disdainfully. I would wash and put on clean clothes and try to turn myself out neatly, go out in public and get an "ew" face from everyone I passed. I don't think I smelled funny. I looked fine to me in the mirror.
:/
I am sitting here in my room with every single light on and candles burning. I even have the light on in my closet.
The only ones who have been awake with me since 1:30 have been my cats, and they've been napping on and off.
In the dream, I was driving a car, and there were two children in the back seat, a girl and a boy, ages 5 and 7.
They were not my children, but their mother had thrust them at me screaming "RUN! Don't let him get them!" as she fell broken and dying ... So we ran.
I was driving through the desert at night with them, and I could see headlights behind me across the clear hard pan, gaining through the miles, bit by bit. I had no clear promise of good resolution to offer the children. They'd been so traumatized by what they saw happen to their mother, they could not tell me their names.
The boy, the eldest, kept rocking and muttering, "He's going to eat you, too. He's going to eat you, too."
His eyes looked too large for his face, with deep black circles underneath, and the girl had her eyes squinched shut, as if to block out anything at all to which she might have to bear witness.
I remember shaking as I was driving the car, my foot pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor, driving across the salt plain, trying to get who knows where, some cave refuge of safety.
...
I ran out of gas. We poured from the car, and I carried the little girl, holding tightly to the boy's hand, and we tried to run, but we got caught by their father.
That's all I'm saying from here, but I want the lights on. I really want daylight to come.
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The hairs on my neck are still up!
::hug::
I'm not letting go until you say you're ok now.
I had the loveliest dreams last night.
I was sailing on the ocean, ll night, so far as I can tell.
The ocean is so huge I never saw land. There was just the gentle sussurrations of of the water and the wind. I got to be able to tell what area I was in by the subtle shadings of the water.
It was so very peaceful, and the stars! Oh, gods the stars! They pinwheeled in magnificence!
I have no idea how to operate a sailboat, but in my dream I was a master. I don't think I have ever been on one, either. The only boats I have been on, other than a rowboat, have had motors.
Gosh, that was a lovely dream. :)
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You know what I have to do now, don't you?
I have to go and look up the word "sussurrations ".
♥ Azure skies and stars. What better way to start a morning?
Water is so soothing :)
I dreamed that I was adrift
In the vastness of the ocean,
Beneath a canopy of stars,
From horizon to horizon,
Tranquility and wonderous beauty,
Filled my heart with an awe
That rippled through my senses.
A peace I'd never know before.
Oh, gently rolling waves,
Take me home!
borloff
Hooray for a good dream! =D
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Lullaby
13:24 Sep 28 2011
Think it's a sign? ;P
captainglobehead
14:01 Sep 28 2011
Q: Why are quantum physicists so poor at sex?
A: Because when they find the position, they can't find the momentum, and when they have the momentum, they can't find the position.
Sulks
14:07 Sep 28 2011
LOL! Particle Physics! I'd love to try that!
sahahria
14:41 Sep 28 2011
a few point to discuss with the captain...
"Because when they find the position, they can't find the momentum, " wouldn't velocity be far more effective?
So it could be said, "when they have said velocity, they loose magnitude and direction?"
Yes, I had to go there
captainglobehead
14:56 Sep 28 2011
The joke is based on the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, which states that you cannot simultaneously measure both position and momentum accurately.
That being said, my college roommate, an English major, did my 3rd year physics homework. I do have a lot to learn.