Hey, I never said my dreams weren't as weird as the nail and the too-gnawed old man chicken meat.
I remember mine, and sometimes I write them down, but the truth of the matter is I'd like to forget the ones I forget.
I wish I catalogued my journal entries in some better way, because I wrote down quite a few growlers here and there, just don't know when. Like the one where the professor used my viola to teach a lesson on the mechanics of sound and his playing set the class to trancing due to the unique aural effects of his playing.
i hope you don't think you are the random person. you are a SPECIFIC person. or EXACT in your personage. i was speaking of anyone i have spoken to about dreams lately. homo genericus.
as for the dream recorder, there have been many the dawn in which i cursed the taunting orb of the morning sun that thomas fucking edison, in his money grubbing, patent placing frenzy never made a recorder inside the human brain during sleep.
i dont think it would be an exaggeration at all to say my life would be complete if i had the option of merely watching all the dream activity i had the night before, then going right back to sleep to accumulate more material for the next day's viewing.
just imagine all the personal insight you would get. AND all the great visuals!
but i think after a while i might just see mine as an unholy mixture of salvador dali, david lynch, and john waters.
Not at all. I am cultivating an ability not to take offense at comments that are not directed at me. or are, for that matter. It seems that might save people a little trouble.
Good old Thom, and yet I bet he saved the dream recorder for his greedy, scientifically minded self. It's probably buried in some museum exhibit somewhere.
Though.... I am told that if you can figure out your sleep cycle and wake up at a certain point therein, you can remember the dreams you are having and thus stand a better chance of writing them down. Get yourself a pocket tape recorder (I have one. And oh, what a handy gizmo it is!) This lucid dreaming business; I never had much luck with it.
all of it revolves gun-play of some sort. someone starts shooting at me, i begin to wake up, but suddenly realize i am in a dream. i pull myself back in, and thwart my enemies.
my favorite time was when the mafia was after me, and i would stop them one by one. as each member was killed, their picture would appear with a giant red X on it, as if it was a video game.
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I remember mine, and sometimes I write them down, but the truth of the matter is I'd like to forget the ones I forget.
I wish I catalogued my journal entries in some better way, because I wrote down quite a few growlers here and there, just don't know when. Like the one where the professor used my viola to teach a lesson on the mechanics of sound and his playing set the class to trancing due to the unique aural effects of his playing.
I wish I had a dream recorder.
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you are a SPECIFIC person. or EXACT in your personage.
i was speaking of anyone i have spoken to about dreams lately. homo genericus.
as for the dream recorder, there have been many the dawn in which i cursed the taunting orb of the morning sun that thomas fucking edison, in his money grubbing, patent placing frenzy never made a recorder inside the human brain during sleep.
i dont think it would be an exaggeration at all to say my life would be complete if i had the option of merely watching all the dream activity i had the night before, then going right back to sleep to accumulate more material for the next day's viewing.
just imagine all the personal insight you would get. AND all the great visuals!
but i think after a while i might just see mine as an unholy mixture of salvador dali, david lynch, and john waters.
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Good old Thom, and yet I bet he saved the dream recorder for his greedy, scientifically minded self. It's probably buried in some museum exhibit somewhere.
Though.... I am told that if you can figure out your sleep cycle and wake up at a certain point therein, you can remember the dreams you are having and thus stand a better chance of writing them down. Get yourself a pocket tape recorder (I have one. And oh, what a handy gizmo it is!) This lucid dreaming business; I never had much luck with it.
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all of it revolves gun-play of some sort. someone starts shooting at me, i begin to wake up, but suddenly realize i am in a dream. i pull myself back in, and thwart my enemies.
my favorite time was when the mafia was after me, and i would stop them one by one. as each member was killed, their picture would appear with a giant red X on it, as if it was a video game.
the unconscious. gotta love it.
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