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Strange dream today, I met Hitler in a parking lot, he was singing German show tunes to me. No fear,I just wanted to get in my car and drive away because he was not a good singer

I read that VWs were an idea began by Hitler, then I questioned if I liked the type of car anymore based on who being Hitler. I am actually judgmental, at times. How to forgive can be challenging.

It was a pretty good dream. It started out as he was my neighbor next door, he was going to one of those reenactment things where people dress up in uniforms and reenact battles. At first his uniform did not look right it was wrinkled and baggy and his mustache seemed glued on but the more I looked at him the more he really was Hitler.

Not good at dream interpretation but it sounds like you worked something out in yours. Yes we all want to save the world. Boy how many people saw Obama as the savior.

I been thinking about politics and I don't want to judge anymore either. Seems like people who were wildly enthusiastic about Obama are losing faith in him. Or else they are making excuses for him.

I never thought he was going to save us all. But I thought he seemed more competent than our recent president I thought he would at least not start anymore wars. Oh well

"The way of Providence is a little rude"

We are incompetent to solve the times. Our geometry cannot span the huge orbits of the prevailing ideas, behold their return, and reconcile their opposition.

I didn't even vote for Obama or the other guy. I'm not sure which button my daughter pushed that day. I told her pick which button looked best in her child mind. It seemed a good way. I could avoid. I don't have enough courage to face all that's within me. Fate is a good tempting.

Dreamt a lot last night and had two sensual dreams, I'd blush too much to post them...

also had one about that large black spider haunting me. I'd asked the guy with me to kill him for me, but he said I needed to do it on my own. I said, "Fine, I will." I think I even stomped, a little dramatic facial features too. I grabbed a broom and went into the cobwebs searching for it's menacing body.

Dreamt about being outside at a celebration in the dark.
It was sort of a carnival fun game atmosphere.

I had two kinds of bubbles to go blow.
The first type I tried to engage a guy in blowing them with me. I poured the solution into a bowl and handed it to him. He surprised me by dumping them out onto the pavement and laughing. Guess he found some funny in messing with me or sumpin' and wanted to get me riled up.
I thought he ruined my fun. He spilled out the lovely bubbles and thought I childish prolly for being sad.

It wasn't done on his part to be mean with me, just to see what I'd do in response, but even knowing he wasn't a mean person, I still took my other bottle of bubbles and left.

There I was sitting in a field blowing bubbles by my ownself. There was people around everywhere, but I was off in my own little world separate from them. They were interacting. I wasn't, I was escaping.
It felt good.

I blew these enormous bubbles that each went softly up into the night sky like giant balloons above my head. It was amazing the size I got them to grow to by being gentle on breath. Then it occurred to me that it really was nothing big on my own part getting them to be so big, it was just their make-up and my allowing them to do what they do.

I watched and would lean my head way back as far as I could, there was the strain in my neck, but the worth it... seeing it travel, of seeing the distorted sky, the stars through the bubble's clearness and comparing it to the view outside the bubble undistorted and the naturalness there. It was two worlds. It was too natural.

I could see him watching from way over there.
I thought it was good for him to know I didn't need him messing up my bubble blowing and that I could decorate the sky with them alone
and prolly do betters without him there. It made me think of my x, he wasn't trying to be mean, but still, he was awful to party with.

Dreamt about a computer system I broke.
I burnt a plug on accident and it started trickling a solution of some kind of watery stuffs. It made this puddle that grew and grew until it began soaking the whole computer. I went into a panic when it got on my skin, I kept thinking it was prolly a battery acid or something scary likes that. I tried soaking it up with towels, but there was too much water too quickly.

I left and shut the door to try to pretend it'd go away.

After a few hours, cause it turned from light to dark outside and began raining. I decided to spend money to call a computer repair person, someone who specialized in it.

They arrived and by then the water was trickling down through the corners of the ceiling, it was spreading to more of the house.

The repairman went in and came back out only to say everything was fine, it was just the rain and the puter looked fine. I thought he was nuts, I mean I knew it was from burning that socket, cause it wasn't raining then, plus I saw the water begin there.

I told the puter person. They went back in the room to search for the socket. They didn't want my help locating it. Finally when they came out of the room, they had this weird solution on their hands and it looked electric, like an electric exploding star galaxy, with purples that'd light up in mini explosions and blues.

They said I was right, the socket I burned led to a compartment of the puter that was a sort of living piece of the system and that solution was it's amniotic fluid, it's living waters.

Lastly I dreamt about a snake in the attic.
My sister opened the attic door, went in and we heard this 'Hisss'.
She came running out and told us it was indeed a snake. Said he was in a coil looking out the attic window.

I wanted to go defeat it, but when I opened the attic door to go find him, he escaped into the rest of the house. Also he kept changing forms to different breeds of snakes. I'd enter a room to hunt it and ask the observer if the snake was poisonous this time and then I'd know if I needed to approach it with alarm and carefulness or just go grab it quick if it wasn't. I could not catch it though, it moved quickly to new rooms and changed forms so often, each time taking time to get the gathering of info on it. I woke up thinking it was such an extraordinary nuisance.

I had a bunch a dreams last night, one about my brother and a 1948 Hudson was pretty nice. I forget the rest of them.

I been smoking tea which pretty well wipes out my dream life, or at least my memory of dreams. I guess that could be good or bad depending.

I been reading your dreams over, and over, very interesting. I wish I had some startling insight into what it all meant but I don't. Were they helpful to you?

I'm not sure, I think I've a good grasp on each of them.
To me they allude that I need to trust myself, discard the worries that I'm not fully equipped just because I'm not going about things as would seem logical, but no matter the fashion I use, I'm still finding the depth...

It's frustrating not to have a higher T, to function more on gut is more difficult to trust, because it's requirement being trusting myself. Then I'll go, "Who am I...to trust." But, maybe it's the trust of my spiritual, which isn't me driving and that is what I should focus.


You driving or on the road, and me in my houses killing spiders.

This must be my favorite thread. I'm happy you put it up here, Jack.
Looking at patterns.

"Patterns" I had a minor in anthropology

in the meantime dreamtime realtime siderial time central daylight time Greenwitch Meantime, I think my dreams are cheap entertainment, the good the bad the remembered. Fell asleep listening to A Short History of Everything.Dreamtime:
last night first good solid nights sleep in a long time pain got me tossing and turning, they gave me a sedative for the MRI. Sweet dreams

solid five or six

hours sleep in four

months.

I had dream post from

judih so real I could

not remember if she

had actually posted

what she said in the

dream. I had to check

on studio eight to

see if she had made

the post she made in

my dream. Dreamtime

realtime,

cyberneutics and life

on the screen in my

dreams.
real time:
Won't we all be

suprised if it truly

was going by the

book. May 21 st,

sounds too good to be

true.

I will probably burn

in hell for my sense

of humor.
Who do I think I am g

d in his heaven

laughing

"God is not mocked

except by believers"

St Anne of Sexton

johnny cash going by

the boook.

May 21st, sounds good to me too.
What will the MRI be for. Dreaming with you.

I lost the turquoise stone from my ring and then found it. I put it into my necklace instead, it seemed a better place to carry it. Dream time is with you time sometimes. Our patterns.

I didn't know anything about the may 21st prediction until this morning.
I don't want the world to go poof,
I'm not wanting to go.

If it goes poof to gone,
I do hope I see you on the other side.
Gonna be anxious the rest of the night.

"on the other side"

oh boy my hold on this side of "the kingdom that reality represents"*** is tenuous. I keep slipping in and out of waking and sleeping. Really have not slept well in months, it is making me stupid, everything coming at me faintly, as from a distant mind.
but I got one more silver dollar
and three and half pills each one makes me feel like I had a couple of shots of good whiskey. and when they run out I still got Canadian Mist, Vodka and beer, so everything is going to be okay. I am going to be an alcoholic Seventh Day Adventist in my golden years

like this by mingo a lot, the way I feel riding on the edge of the curve

riding low on the curve
into the lean at the
edge of the gone
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... 9&start=30

I don't know if the world will go poof on Saturday night but but it is past sundown on the the 20th of May Friday night it is the sabbath and everything is all right. Well you never know but my gut feeling is that he is wrong, he crunched the numbers very careful and the Bible guarantees it. So how can you argue with that.


see ya later too

dig this***

http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... on#p145523

I guess we're still here, my friend Jack.
What should I do with life,
gonna try to figure that out.

What should I do with life,


I want to be a christian soldier
I want to kill for Jesus Christ
That is what I want to do with life

Molly Ivins, blessed be her memory, a woman who liked men, but had no mercy on dick heads she made merciless fun of them. Escpecialy the politicians in Austin who were so busy protecting women from themselves.

"The honky tonks in texas were my natural home where you tip your hat to the ladies and the rose of san antone, but it don't matther who's in Austin Bob Wills is still the king"

Had a hot dream last night, first time in months and months

I'm dreaming my life away

I worry I'm dreaming my life away too.
But, at least you're a teacher man, even if you don't take it outdoors
maybees you do though.

teaching is a two way street
I have learned much about myself from you
so much self pity I had

Got out yesterday went to the comal river
with my little rock and roller and baby bella rose

The reason I was thinking of Molly was she wrote an article about the legislatures in Austin who were working on a bill to proscribe a woman's body and she pointed out their ignorance of a woman's reproductive system, she suggested that the women lobbyists wear body stockings with the different organs drawn on them. I was trying to think of what I saw in my dream last night and all I could think of was tacos. i did not know if it is the vulva or the Mons pubis

how I squirm when I think about what it must feel like to be a woman during intercourse I woke up with much fire down below.

it don't matter who is in Austin lady bird is still the queen
men must have been the first stone carvers, the oldest human sculptures of a woman

35,000 B.C.E.