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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: Aristotelian on September 30, 2013, 10:14:56 AM
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Bertha Venation (20,953 posts)
calling all dream interpreters
Maybe I can get some insight into myself, my emotions, reactions to things, level of anxiety, something that can help me out.
I was at a hotel with my mate, who I think was Mrs. V. When we checked in we were sent to an area of the hotel that was public but private. ?? When we woke up, another family was entering our “area,†not really a room but a place where we were supposed to be alone, with privacy. Obviously wrong. I had slept nude (which I don’t do) and awakened without the covers on me (which I do frequently - menopause), and when this other family came in I began screaming GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! over and over again. I knew I was nude but could do nothing about it. The other family was ridiculously slow on the uptake. They had a German shepherd who was the first to get the clue and he turned around and went back out the door. The whole time I’m still screaming GET OUT! and it took an eternity for them finally to leave our “area.†I was absolutely furious, as mad as I've ever been.
I had a somewhat similar dream a few months ago. Our bedroom window is on the deck in the back of the house. I dreamed there were two guys walking around on the deck and talking in the middle of the night. I began yelling GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY! over and over again. I woke Mrs. V. with my yelling.
Ok, interpreters. Have at it.
DUmp link (http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018489719)
Shouldn't she be turning to the local shaman rather than the DUmp to have her tea-leaves read?
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DUmp link (http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018489719)
Shouldn't she be turning to the local shaman rather than the DUmp to have her tea-leaves read?
Ain't they usually one and the same?
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Joe Biden says, "Buy a shotgun.....buy a shotgun"....or don't eat Mrs V so late at night.
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Joe Biden says, "Buy a shotgun.....buy a shotgun"....or don't eat Mrs V so late at night.
I thought it was, "Buy a dildo . . . buy a dildo." :tongue: :fuelfire: O-) :whistling:
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Oh my.
Big Bertha in the nude.
Boggles the mind at such a sight.
I however can interpret her dream for her; it’s obvious she’s lacking in self-confidence.
And since the people in her dream don’t seem to care, don’t pay any attention to her, it surely indicates that even when at her most repulsive, her most repellent, her most disgusting, she’s not interesting to them.
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It means you are a lunatic bush hog.
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Okay, I went and stole this link from a primitive:
http://www.dreammoods.com/
Big Bertha says she sleeps clothed, and so she's just talking about being naked in a dream.
It's not like the defrocked warped primive, she with the face like Hindenberg's, who's admitted to wearing only a thong when house-cleaning.
To dream that you are naked denotes fear of being found out and exposed over your activities. You feel that you are being misjudged.
To dream that you suddenly discover your nudity and are trying to cover up signifies your vulnerability to a situation.
"I'm Naked!"
So you are going about your normal routine - going to work, waiting for the bus, or just walking down the street - when you suddenly realize that you are stark naked. Dreaming that you are completely or partially naked is very common. Nudity symbolizes a variety of things depending on your real life situation.
Becoming mortified at the realization that you are naked in public, reflects your vulnerability or feelings of shamefulness. You may be hiding something and are afraid that others can see right through you. Metaphorically, clothes are a means of concealment. Depending on the type of clothes you wear, you can hide your identity or be someone else. But without them, everything is hanging out for all to see. You are exposed and left without any defenses. Thus your naked dream may be telling you that you are trying to be something that you really are not. Or you are fearful of being ridiculed and disgraced. Such anxieties are elevated especially in situations where you are trying to impress others. Perhaps you are in a new work environment or in a new relationship. You may be expressing fears or apprehension in revealing your true feelings in such situations.
Nudity also symbolizes being caught off guard. Finding yourself naked at work or in a classroom, suggests that you are unprepared for a project at work or school. You may be unprepared in making a well informed decision. With all eyes on you, you fear that some flaw will be brought to public attention. You fear that people will see through your true self and you will be exposed as a fraud or a phony.
Often times, when you realize that you are naked in your dream, no one else seems to notice. Everyone else in the dream is going about their business without giving a second look at your nakedness. If this happens in your dream, then it implies that your fears are unfounded; no one will notice except you. You may be magnifying the situation and making an issue of nothing.
If you dream that you are proud of your nakedness and show no embarrassment or shame, then it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature. Perhaps you are trying to get to the �bare facts�. Alternatively, the dream may be telling you that you are drawing the wrong kind of attention to yourself. You want to get noticed, but are going about it the wrong way.
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So the sight of her in the [gasp] nude frightens German Shepard dogs.
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I think Big Bertha’s just being silly about this whole thing. Apparently her wife is ill, and she’s scared about it--odd, for the “husband†in a “relationship†to be the scared one, but Big Bertha, while reveling in the title of “husband,†has never shown much of an inclination to act like a husband, such as her squeamishness about mice or spiders or whatever her latest phobia was.
If she wants the title, she should do the work involved with it too, and be brave and manly.
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I think she was channelling franksolich.
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Big Bertha's not in a good mood.
Bertha Venation (20,956 posts) Sun Sep 29, 2013, 10:27 PM
. . . and to god damned top it all off:
Mrs. Venation is a federal employee, subject to shutdown furlough.
Jesus christ. I don't know how much more we can take.
PS Long story short: things have been beyond bad in the Venation household.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018489512
I'm sure she could "take" a great deal more; I'm sure she has as much fiber and strength of character as does the brain-damaged primitive.
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I think she was channelling franksolich.
Oh, but the situation’s different here.
Big Bertha lives in a crowded congested blue area, with people all over the place; franksolich lives out in the middle of nowhere, where nobody‘s around.
I’m too much of a gentleman to speculate on a lady’s weight, but I’m guessing Big Bertha’s circa 300-350 pounds, which makes her just a hair short of being twice as large as franksolich, and so one may draw an eminently reasonable conclusion from that, about aesthetics, I suppose.
<<<not a vain person--oh God no--but just tells it like it is.
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No wonder the federal government can't do a damned thing right... it's full of DUmmies.
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Long story short: things have been beyond bad in the Venation household.
Things rarely go well for long among sexual perverts.
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Oh now, this is ridiculous.
Trailrider1951 (1,329 posts) Mon Sep 30, 2013, 12:05 PM
4. Hi Bertha
Sorry to hear of your and the MRS. recent tribulations. You might consult the dream dictionary to get a clue about the meaning of your dream. The dictionary contains general information about the elements of your dream, but it is up to you to apply those ideas to your own life and situation.
For instance, the German Shepard is about this:
"To see a German Shepherd in your dream highlights your protective instincts and attentiveness to a situation. This is no time for your to be nervous and/or lose control."
And dogs in general:
"To see a dog in your dream symbolizes intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. The dream suggests that your strong values and good intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and bring you success. The dream dog may also represent someone in your life who exhibits these qualities. Alternatively, to see a dog in your dream indicates a skill that you may have ignored or forgotten. If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it indicates some inner conflict within yourself. It may also indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness. If the dog is dead or dying, then it means a loss of a good friend or a deterioration of your instincts. "
I dunno about this; I don't recall dogs being in my dreams unless they're naturally part of the environment, the setting, the scene. I'm of course very fond of dogs, but they just aren't ever a major character in dreams.
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Okay, maybe lurking primitives can interpret one of franksolich's most-common dreams.
It's the same dream, and I dream it over and over again, never getting tired of it.
I'm standing somewhere, like on the edge of a porch or the top of the William Rivers Pitt, and the scenery is so awesome, so overwhelming, so joyous, I leap down from my perch, to the ground.
But much to my surprise, when I hit the ground, I bounce back up into the air.
I spread my arms, and much to my amazement, find myself flying. I soar, I coast, I float, through the air.
Oh wow. I can fly.
I fly through the air, over the treetops, circling, nose-diving, going up, turning, twisting.
It's as effortless as strawberries-and-cream, floating through the air.
I'm really excited; I can fly.
That's the way it is most of the time, and alas there's no one else around to see me, to join me.
But once in a while, as I soar over the meadows, when I look down, I see a bunch of primitives shaking their fists at me and yelling, really ugly and malicious expressions on their faces.
Now, I can't hear, and have no idea what they're saying to me. So I coast down lower, so as to get their body-language.....and crash into a tree.
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"To see a German Shepherd in your dream highlights your protective instincts and attentiveness to a situation. This is no time for your to be nervous and/or lose control."
So if your German shepherd up and leaves, does that mean that your instincts and attentiveness have left too and it's time to panic? :panic:
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Bertha Venation (20,953 posts)
calling all dream interpreters
Maybe I can get some insight into myself, my emotions, reactions to things, level of anxiety, something that can help me out.
I was at a hotel with my mate, who I think was Mrs. V. When we checked in we were sent to an area of the hotel that was public but private. ?? When we woke up, another family was entering our “area,†not really a room but a place where we were supposed to be alone, with privacy. Obviously wrong. I had slept nude (which I don’t do) and awakened without the covers on me (which I do frequently - menopause), and when this other family came in I began screaming GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! over and over again. I knew I was nude but could do nothing about it. The other family was ridiculously slow on the uptake. They had a German shepherd who was the first to get the clue and he turned around and went back out the door. The whole time I’m still screaming GET OUT! and it took an eternity for them finally to leave our “area.†I was absolutely furious, as mad as I've ever been.
Ok, interpreters. Have at it.
You were at the Roadrunner Hostel with Amber and Dave. The dog was Chad.
I take paypal...
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You were at the Roadrunner Hostel with Amber and Dave. The dog was Chad.
I take paypal...
Damn, that's good.
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Oh geezuz. This thread attracted lurking primitives like bees to honey.
Oh now, remember that Big Bertha’s describing a dream--perhaps a longing--to sleep without any clothes on, while franksolich does that in real life.
It’s okay; I live way out here in the middle of nowhere, nobody comes here between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m., I don’t do it when I have guests, and I don’t do it when a guest myself somewhere else, and all these years, never has a single ancient person, a woman of respectable character, or child of any age seen me thusly (usually because these people are asleep in bed at home, where they should be during those hours).
It’s generally safe to run around this way before 6 a.m., making coffee, standing out on the back porch admiring the river far beyond or standing out on the front porch watching the sun rise from behind the William Rivers Pitt.
However, because I can’t hear, sometimes there’s been someone here, and I didn’t know it.
This is where confidence and nerves of steel come in. And such is especially needed not only because it’s a surprise, but because given the architecture and layout of this place, I can’t quickly go hide and get decent; I’m cornered.
I’ve been cornered for as long as fifteen or twenty minutes, trying to get by while talking with the other person, usually but not always a complete stranger.
But because of confidence and nerves of steel--and great eye-contact--I’ve spent as much as twenty minutes giving directions to someone, and the other person never even noticed my condition.
Confidence. Nerves of steel. Intense eye-contact.
<<<am difficult to get rattled.
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Okay, I went and stole this link from a primitive:
http://www.dreammoods.com/
Big Bertha says she sleeps clothed, and so she's just talking about being naked in a dream.
It's not like the defrocked warped primive, she with the face like Hindenberg's, who's admitted to wearing only a thong when house-cleaning.
VRWC needs to hand hand out our ration of "MindBleach®" before posting threads like this!
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
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It's not like the defrocked warped primive, she with the face like Hindenberg's, who's admitted to wearing only a thong when house-cleaning.
I could have gone through my entire life much happier for not knowing that...
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Damn, that's good.
I'm a bit surprised no one else thought of it first.
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Vanishing cream for those so ugly they scare dogs in their dreams.
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So the sight of her in the [gasp] nude frightens German Shepard dogs.
That is the most reasonable thing I've read all day.
:-) :-) :-)
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That is the most reasonable thing I've read all day.
:-) :-) :-)
You know, I'm kind of ticked off.
This looked, this morning, as if it was going to be the headliner in the Lounge on Skins's island, and I was looking forward to the primitive interpretations.
But then suddenly the convenience store primitive announced she'd found us, and all the primitives have been reading that stuff.
On Skins's island, this campfire's now way down, almost ready to be shoved into the second page.
I'm sure Big Bertha's resentful too, that it didn't attract much attention.
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So......I went and checked.
On Skins's island, this campfire currently has 130 primitive views, 5 primitive comments.
Here in the DUmpster, this thread currently has 418 views, 25 comments.
If the primitives want feedback to what they've written, I think most of them would be better off just coming over here and posting it for us to read and comment upon; they'd have a bigger, and more appreciative, audience.
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VRWC needs to hand hand out our ration of "MindBleach®" before posting threads like this!
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
Two words . . .
Back Order. :tongue: :rant: :panic:
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Never believed in this dream stuff and read about Abraham Lincoln's Dream the night before he died---Spooky-.
One night after moving into my new home I had a disturbing dream most every night for a week.
Out side the sliding glass doors on the deck stood a man looking in who resembled my EX. Now EX had been dead 5 or so years so what the heck was he doing in my dream ?
I refused to let him in, but as he was always been protective of me, I began to wonder what and why I was having these dreams. They popped up into my mind during the day and were there at night.
I asked about work if anyone had ever had a dream that came true and got an earful. Most everyone I spoke to said YES and the story's unfolded. Some told me they never remembered their dreams, others told me of vivid dreams that not as nightmares still worried them.
Up shot I was worried about security and went to the pound and got a 18 month Rottweiler. Easy going dog, well treated before I adopted her and got along with the cats and the ankle biters we had at the time.
I did wonder at times as the dreams went away the night the dog came into her forever home if this was a warning that my present husband would not protect me, but, Hubby was a Bear no problem there with protection.
Took a year to find out what was going on, I felt safe and secure with her at my side, believe me she would have tackled an elephant to protect me. Then she began to change.
Followed me about the house determined to lick my left shin. Drove me nuts as she was fixated on my leg.
One day out of the blue she head butted me in my shin, oh crap like being hit with a cement block. I thought she had chipped a bone, EX rays showed a large tumor growing on the bone and seemed the damn thing was munching its way into the bone and growing bigger every day.
Fortunately the tumor was benign and my leg saved with cadaver implant.
This is all so odd, without my reoccurring dreams would I have gotten a guard dog, why did I choose that dog to adopt? Have to wonder how and why these things happen.
Far as the woman that dreams of being naked in bed, could be her subconscious is telling her that sleeping with another woman is wrong and not only strangers but the beasts of the field run from her actions. Something is telling her that her conduct is just not natural to the great design.
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??????? Vesta
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After reading this thread, I'm sure there were people here, and even at the DUmp, who had nightmares last night that included a nude Big Bertha.
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After reading this thread, I'm sure there were people here, and even at the DUmp, who had nightmares last night that included a nude Big Bertha.
I had nightmares after seeing her and her "wife" wedding pics. :puke: :puke:
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After reading this thread, I'm sure there were people here, and even at the DUmp, who had nightmares last night that included a nude Big Bertha.
Uh, no.
My main dream last night--I dream a lot--was that I was out horseback riding in the wilds of Connecticut with Clare Boothe Luce, George Marshall, Father Divine, and Elsa Maxwell. Clare and Elsa were arguing about something, but I couldn't catch it, and got frustrated.
That should be as easy as strawberries-and-cream, to analyze; just the usual life-long frustration and vexation at not being able to hear what other people are saying.
A pretty humdrum, run-of-the-mill dream.
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Uh, no.
My main dream last night--I dream a lot--was that I was out horseback riding in the wilds of Connecticut with Clare Boothe Luce, George Marshall, Father Divine, and Elsa Maxwell. Clare and Elsa were arguing about something, but I couldn't catch it, and got frustrated.
That should be as easy as strawberries-and-cream, to analyze; just the usual life-long frustration and vexation at not being able to hear what other people are saying.
A pretty humdrum, run-of-the-mill dream.
Those that do not remember their dreams are to be strange to me. How much of our time do we spend in REM sleep, not to mention time spent day dreaming, now that is a fun subject.
Most interesting how we can go from one state to another, what the Hell is happening to our minds to take us out of reality ? My dogs and cats dream, I have been told even fish dream, what is this need for sleep we all have.
A frontier we have not really explored of life on earth. We have sleep clinics for those with problems sleeping, we all know about people that walk in their sleep, talk in their sleep and children that get what we call night terrors.
Unreal sometimes when reoccurring dreams night after night happen and they remain lucid and real upon awaking, in one matter or form become reality eventually.
What ever subconsciousness is, if there is such a thing, why does it have to enact itself in sleep ???
Then the day dreaming when one goes off to another world so strong that when abruptly awakened at work one actually jumps as reality is forced upon them. Some call it Deep in thought, sort of like reading a book and being interrupted at the climax of the story.
I don't know how you read but to me I call it falling into the book, I no longer see the words I am mentally in the story, living it, being there and when well written causes emotions to come to me, I cry or feel happy or fear . A few books has caused me to become so angry I have at the end thrown the book into a wall in frustration.
The mind is so strange, I watch my dog chasing rabbits in her sleep, hear her yelp or wine.
Frank feel free to Edit.
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Frank feel free to Edit.
Sorry vesta dear, but as a "stream of consciousness" post, that one was okay, and easy to follow.
I dozed off this afternoon, and vaguely recall a dream I was having lunch with J. Parnell Thomas, Vito Marcantonio, Ann Besant, Samuel Gompers, Admiral Yamamoto, Sir Christmas Humphreys, and Atman.
The others were grimacing and scowling at Atman.
I dunno why, but probably because Atman had probably said something really stupid.
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Sorry vesta dear, but as a "stream of consciousness" post, that one was okay, and easy to follow.
I dozed off this afternoon, and vaguely recall a dream I was having lunch with J. Parnell Thomas, Vito Marcantonio, Ann Besant, Samuel Gompers, Admiral Yamamoto, Sir Christmas Humphreys, and Atman.
The others were grimacing and scowling at Atman.
I dunno why, but probably because Atman had probably said something really stupid.
Frank, sounds like the old game we played as young adults of ----If you wanted an interesting dinner what 6 would living or dead would you invite.
Who would sit across from who. Winston Churchill across from Joe Biden, Mickel Vicks across from ST. Francesis
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Last night, vesta dear, I had several dreams, but one in particular sticks out.
I was a passenger in an airplane, in a middle seat, with Cordell Hull on one side, and Henry Ward Beecher on the other side, the window side. The two were arguing about gun-control--that much I got, but nothing else--talking across me to each other, sometimes even shoving me back so that they could go nose-to-nose in front of me. Cordell Hull had the irritating habit of putting his hand on my shoulder for support, and Henry Ward Beecher had the irritating habit of tapping my right knee-cap when making a point.
From the reaction of the audience around us--people from behind leaning forward so as to hear better, people in front turning around to watch, people on the other side of the aisle breathlessly leaning our direction--I got the impression both gentlemen were full of wit and vinegar, making bon mots, double entendres, puns, limericks, causing the audience to laugh, "yeah-yeah," applaud, and nod in agreement.
But although it was taking place right over, and even on, my body, I could hear nothing of it.
Again, a dream as easy as strawberries-and-cream to interpret.
(By the way, no, I never hear sounds in dreams. Any dreams.)
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Last night, vesta dear, I had several dreams, but one in particular sticks out.
I was a passenger in an airplane, in a middle seat, with Cordell Hull on one side, and Henry Ward Beecher on the other side, the window side. The two were arguing about gun-control--that much I got, but nothing else--talking across me to each other, sometimes even shoving me back so that they could go nose-to-nose in front of me. Cordell Hull had the irritating habit of putting his hand on my shoulder for support, and Henry Ward Beecher had the irritating habit of tapping my right knee-cap when making a point.
From the reaction of the audience around us--people from behind leaning forward so as to hear better, people in front turning around to watch, people on the other side of the aisle breathlessly leaning our direction--I got the impression both gentlemen were full of wit and vinegar, making bon mots, double entendres, puns, limericks, causing the audience to laugh, "yeah-yeah," applaud, and nod in agreement.
But although it was taking place right over, and even on, my body, I could hear nothing of it.
Again, a dream as easy as strawberries-and-cream to interpret.
(By the way, no, I never hear sounds in dreams. Any dreams.)
Makes sense, I have never tasted raw oysters in my dreams or life myself.
I am 10% color blind I do dream in color but it is the way I see color when awake.
Now symbols are interesting, sight required most times, we walk right past symbols not noticing them or having no idea what they mean. How often do we really look at all the symbols on our paper money, wonder what else is hidden there.
So some dreams may have symbolic features, say dream you are an Owl and that for some reason is a symbol of wisdom.--- To our culture and perhaps others.
They say that dreams are like a computer, the subconscious raiding thousands of files and mixing them all together. I believe the mystery of DNA was cracked on a scientists dream.
Then comes in the few that swear they have had out of body experiences while a bed. Or the old I have been here before feeling.
I solved one mystery the first time I went to SF. I knew what was over a steep hill, Alcatraz in the distance. Now how would I have known that, took a few years to realize that 3,000 + miles away I had a family that watched Dirty Harry a few time and there was a car chase on that very hill. With out conscious thought the what we call flash backs today had put me into an area I had seen on TV a few times and all looked so familiar. I had never seen that area before in my life time but the movie had made it very familiar to me.
I do not believe in goblins and ghosts, don't believe UFOs are from another world, but then when living in Virginia Beach went to the Casey Foundation on a lark. I had read his books and wondered how this could be true. Very disturbing, trying to sort out the facts from the myths around him.
Anyone ever read the book that started the fad of past life regression This set off a brain storm of not just Doctors but people wondering about their own lives. I admit there is something there with this hypnoses to calm patients, but how and why does this happen.
Can people collectively be hypnotized by a leader or even a used car salesmen find a way to control our minds ?
Mother says this is mass hypnotism of the masses, like a crowd at a rock concert that are mesmerized by the on stage performers and the ultra tec effects.
Yes this is all over the place but one thing leads to another.
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Okay vesta dear, give your best shot at analyzing a dream I had last night.
By the way, it needs mentioned that besides dreaming sans sound, franksolich dreams in black-and-white, never color. But it’s a good quality black-and-white, nice and sharp.
I dreamed it was the spring of 1937, and I was dining at a roadside inn near Cetatea Alba, in Romania. I was trying to explain to the garcon how a hamburger well-done, pressed down hard on the grill so as to squeeze out every drop of grease, is made, and he was trying to explain to me that it couldn’t be done.
Then this woman came and sat down beside me; I immediately recognized her as Magda Lupescu, and was a little nervous about her, given her connections with certain, uh, high-ranking Romanians.
“I love your accent, darling,†she said; “Johannesburg?â€
Actually, the Sandhills of Nebraska, I told her.
She gazed at me. “Ah, a cowboy; a real cowboy.
“I’ve always wanted to meet a real cowboy; they’re so rugged, so handsome, so manly, so good-smelling, so virile, and so good in be--er, to their women.†Then she started rubbing my chest.
I pulled back and suggested we order.
She wanted pană de somn rasol but I suggested tocăniţă vânătorească might suit her better.
“Oh my yes,†she agreed; “and then after, we go to your room?â€
Uh no, I said; after, we’d order dessert.
I was pretty nervous, because there were a whole lot of grimacing, scowling gendarmes at the tables surrounding us, and remember, she was connected.
She had this habit of sitting real close to me, really close. Like we were glued together. She put her hand on the inside of my right thigh, caressing it.
I protested it wouldn’t work; her jugs were as if water balloons, not firm and solid the way they should be.
And besides, her lips were wet.
And then suddenly a Duesenberg with black-tinted windows pulled up….
…..at the same time a clap of lightning jerked me awake (yes, we had some big storms last night).
Now vesta, dear, what do you make of this?
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I wonder how a big clap of thundering or lightening could awaken a deaf man.
Wondering if it is not time for you to get some good sex from a trusted friend. Been too long my dear and you need some care and loving. Even with no sex just to sleep with a loved one or spend time with a loved one walking about and being amused at the antics of the cats and wild life together.
I take this as a lonely thing, another human to share a bond, sex aside, a life with another to share your joy and heartbreak. For the love of GOD, if people do not suit you, get a big dog that will understand you, be at your side and love you as no other person will do.
Your time in history was a time when no one could trust any other, one could not even trust their own family. Reading history you know how that goes.
Get a baby Rottweiler and train him up right, not voice commands but hand signals. Leave it to the instinct of the dog to alert you to people with a devious mind.
When a woman comes to your property of you on the street and pats your humongous dog and the dog falls in love with her, you got a good one.
Reason on why we keep these dogs, they have an some kind of ability to sniff out threats to their master.
While you were checking out her boobs in your dream had you had a dog, he would have been sniffing out the tension from to her. an interesting dream Frank now I got one of my own for you to figure out.
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Oh now, vesta, dear, next time read me a little bit slower; I said "lightning," not "thunder".
When, for a split second, it seems as if the whole world's exploding in a strong surge of light, one doesn't need to hear a thing. We had big storms here last night, more than 6" of rain, and it's reasonable to assume this particular lightning was very close, perhaps even on this propety, given the number of fallen trees both here and on the vast acreage immediately to the south, the property owned by certain Italianate interests in New Jersey.
And one doesn't even need to see lightning, to have it affect one.
Don't you have any weather up over there in Maine?
Anyway, you missed certain "background" of the dream, which is understandable and forgiveable, given that not everybody knows Romanian history. (Ooops, sorry for being condescending like the cousin nadin; it just came out.)
There I was, innocently minding my own business, when I attracted (in the dream, not in real life) the attention of a woman.....not just an ordinary woman, but the mistress (later wife) of the king-dictator, a guy who wasn't a very nice guy to begin with, and whose hobby was putting people in jail.
Romanian jails even back then, weren't exactly five-star hotels.
And a liaison couldn't be secret, because the king's bodyguards were right there.
Being a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet, one doesn't want to be rude, but on the other hand, this was one of those cases where it's best to extricate oneself from the situation, and run away as fast as possible.
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Oh now, vesta, dear, next time read me a little bit slower; I said "lightning," not "thunder".
When, for a split second, it seems as if the whole world's exploding in a strong surge of light, one doesn't need to hear a thing. We had big storms here last night, more than 6" of rain, and it's reasonable to assume this particular lightning was very close, perhaps even on this propety, given the number of fallen trees both here and on the vast acreage immediately to the south, the property owned by certain Italianate interests in New Jersey.
And one doesn't even need to see lightning, to have it affect one.
Don't you have any weather up over there in Maine?
Anyway, you missed certain "background" of the dream, which is understandable and forgiveable, given that not everybody knows Romanian history. (Ooops, sorry for being condescending like the cousin nadin; it just came out.)
There I was, innocently minding my own business, when I attracted (in the dream, not in real life) the attention of a woman.....not just an ordinary woman, but the mistress (later wife) of the king-dictator, a guy who wasn't a very nice guy to begin with, and whose hobby was putting people in jail.
Romanian jails even back then, weren't exactly five-star hotels.
And a liaison couldn't be secret, because the king's bodyguards were right there.
Being a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet, one doesn't want to be rude, but on the other hand, this was one of those cases where it's best to extricate oneself from the situation, and run away as fast as possible.
Romania now unless one has relatives from that region or wins a free trip there, not exactly a place of big importance in to days world.
Gypsy's tramps and thieves, at one time long ago a place of beauty and a stark division between the rich and the poor. Most of what I know is from the Song sung by Cher and a display in the Holocaust Museum in DC. a portrait of a magnificent woman decked out in splendor and a few trinkets that survived the Nazis.
Interesting and fun dream be it sleeping or a daydream.
I take it you really enjoy heading out into the unknown and using your Witt's to survive. Could be you are tiring of your isolation and have a unknown to you a need to get back into a life that challenges you.
This woman was a challenge to you in your dream, She was alluring and strange, yet you ran from her charms, how were you to know the Evil she represented. How could you know that others were watching you together? Have you subconscious fears of being abandoned or rejected by a female you love ? A fear that outsiders, watching will come between you and a loved one ?
I still believe you need a DOG, faith full and true, that can put aside all fears of rejection from the world.
Other wise go to OMAHA and get some good sex a few times.