-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus
-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
I honour you as an aspect of myself..
You are never to old to storm a bouncey castle..
Only when the last tree has died
and the last river has been poisoned
and the last fish has been caught
will we realise that we
cannot eat money.
Cree Indian, 1909
Written by:
(15 Jan, 2004) The last thing I remember was asking my father what being dead was like.
And then, frustratingly, I woke up before I could hear the answer.
-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
Written by: ...Lightning...
Last night, in my dreams, my father died again. In my arms, while I whispered in his ear that I loved him, that I'd miss him, and told him many things I never got to tell him when he was alive. The whole dream was very strange and unemotional to me...until he died. And I woke up sobbing.
There are other details to the dream, but he was originally dying, unconscious in the bedroom and I was not there for his death. And suddenly he keeled out of the chair next to me and I jumped on the floor to hold him and to say good bye. (I'm tearing up again writing this).
Written by:
WHY, Dad? What did I do to deserve this? Why did he do this to me? It's him, I'm sure. He came back to visit. But why did he make me go through his death again? And why on the mornng of New Year's Eve?
Written by:
I'm afraid he might be trying to tell me something... I've done a lot of things this year that I'm not proud of. Is that it? Is he telling me he's watching? Is my mother going to die this year? Tina (the housekeeper who raised me...who is more to me than my mother)?
Pele
Higher, higher burning fire...making music like a choir
"Oooh look! A pub!" -exclaimed after recovering from a stupid fall
"And for the decadence of art, nothing beats a roaring fire." -TMK
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Night of Jan 2, 2005 (Location: Island Drive Apt. in Ann Arbor)
I’m unclear as to the setting of this dream. At least part of it was back at my high school, but I wasn’t in high school in the dream. Anyway, for whatever reason, I had to take two classes this semester: one was an introductory Spanish class and the other was some sort of basic physiology course. Obviously, neither class was to be very challenging for me, but knowing how even simple classes can get ahead of you as you forget the basics of a subject as you advance, I knew that I would have to study and that it would be painful. Except, of course, there’s no way you can focus on studying in a dream. So that was a bit anxiety-provoking. And then I woke up and was relieved that I’m actually all done with taking classes and tests.
As I fell back to sleep, the dreamscape began to come out of the darkness and I found myself in something like a subway car or some sort of train-like setting. Dad, aged late-70’s (back before he was really sickly), stepped out from behind the partition. The dream was still just coming out of the darkness and hadn’t reached its full vividness. I realized that it was a dream, which made it my first lucid dreaming experience in my adult life. And so I said “Dad! Why did you do that to me the other night?” He gave me an enigmatic smile and said “I love you.” And then I woke up. I’m not sure what he meant. Does he mean that he did this to me as a punishment because he loves me? Or does he mean that he came to visit just to see me again because he loves me? Or something else?
-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
-v-
Wiederstand ist Zwecklos!
"If you didn't like something the first time, the cud won't be any good either." --Elsie the Cow, Ruminations
Written by: vanize
11+ years later I still have dreams like that about my father - though at least not as often as I used to. sometimes the variation is that I stumble across him alive and well in some remote place and that he only faked his death. I get very angry about that.
for lightning.
'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourself, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous and talented? Who are you NOT to be?
It was a day for screaming at inanimate objects.
What this calls for is a special mix of psychology and extreme violence...
Where the mind goes,
The body will follow...
-v-
Wiederstand ist Zwecklos!
'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus
'The last rays of crimson on the spindle tree as the cerise fruit splits and reveals its orange seeds in a gloriously clashing colour scheme no-one would ever dare to wear'
Euonymous Europeus
-v-
Wiederstand ist Zwecklos!