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Dream Thread
starry-eyed pirate:
Last night I dreampt I was travellin' east through the central Pennsylvania Mountains on the rough PA turnpike in my ol '77 Datsun wagon with my ol' host-bro, jkendu. He was drivin, just like when we copped out together. I told him we needed fuel and our tires needed air. He didn't want to pull off, just wanted to keep movin' on, but I insisted that we fuel up, etc. At the last second he swerved across several lanes onto the exit ramp, re-enacting the manouever he made when we had originally copped out together in that stolen work truck, and ditched the employee from "Green Thumb" who had been followin' us down the interstate in his jeep.
We pulled into the gas station. I recognized the attendant. It was a 5th phaser I used to know. This cat, while he was on 5th phase had delivered information to me after I was returned to the program from my 2nd cop-out. His name was Jon B#rt&n. While I was sitting in a plastic chair waiting to be assigned to some host home just as the dismissal line was forming, he had approached me and very quickly told me that he had heard a long distance dedication go out to on a nat'l radio broadcast from a girl I had spent Thanksgivivng with while I was copped out! I can't remember the song now. I was amazed that he cared enough to risk tellin' me that, and of course I never mentioned it to anyone(thanx Jon). He copped out himself a little while later. Anyway, there he was in my dream. I gave him a look of recognition and he recognized me too. He didn't want to talk though. Didn't want nothin' to do with anyone who reminded him of $tr8. I tol' 'im I respected that. He tol' me the station was closed so I wished him a good life and asked how far to the next gas station and he tol' me "bout a mile".
jkendu and I got back in the datsun and went off down the road, no longer on the turnpike though, we were now drivin' through some ol' mill town,like maybe Allentown, lookin' for gas. I looked up an' saw 3 lanes of heavy traffic movin' toward us as we moved toward them. I had to tell jkendu to vear right or there was gonna be a head-on wreck! We barely avoided the accident. Slowly the main road narrowed and became a small tight alleyway in disrepair, surrounded on both sides by tall brick buildings which had obviously been built long ago. Piles of bricks and rubble blocked the alley ahead. I turned around to look back and saw that all that heavy traffic had turned around and was now followin' us down into the dead end alley. It looked like we were gonna be trapped, but somehow we found a way through the piles of bricks and rubble and drove up and over and made our way back out onto the main street again and drove away...
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Anonymous:
pirate who was the hopttest girl in the place?
Anonymous:
well a few nights ago I dreamed that in my basement there was a crack in the wall, and some dirt had washed out from behind the cinder blocks, as I looked the crack opened and I could see a corpse. As I looked the crack opened the full length of her body.
I was totally horrified and the hair was standing up on my neck. There was dried flesh on her bones and her eyeballs had dried into little wafers of flesh in the sockets. I could see she had been buried in a red dress. She lifted herself out of the hole in the wall and I stepped back, she kept coming toward me and I backed out of the basement and backed up the stairs. As she climbed the stairs I could see that her flesh was restoring itself her skin was growing, her dress was becoming bright red and finally her face was visible and beautiful.
At the top of the stairs I was no longer afraid of her and I asked her name, she said her name was Ortina Ridicula. I invited her to come sit with me on the couch. She was very shy and ashamed of being dead and afraid that it seemed strange that she had come back to life. As we walked to the couch, I asked her how old she was, she said she was born in 1916, and had died in 1950, the year my house had been built. Sitting on the couch she rested her bare leg on my ?lap? and I became very excited. Just at that moment my housemate came home and went into the kitchen. I followed her and whispered that Ortina was dead.
Next we were all waking up from a nap, I went downstairs and found Ortina sleeping on the rubble that had spilled out from the masonry wall. I told her she did not have to sleep there, she could sleep in a bed. I looked over to my bedroom and someone (myself in another body in the past) was working at a computer, he asked if we were ready for the ceremony. I suddenly remembered that there were preparations upstairs for some sort of Zen cult ceremony. Ortina and I went and sat on the floor with everyone else. The ceremony began with two cult priests, a man and a woman, wearing white robes, blowing dust out of a coconut shell. But the dust turned out to be pot smoke. They were burning big buds and blowing thick smoke out into the room all the while doing a goofy dance and speaking gibberish.
So all you Jungians what?s all this about? This dream really made an impression on me, I even did a google search for Ortina Ridicula, there was one link but it was in Spanish and was going take 15 minutes to download.
dragonfly:
Antigen:
Damn, I don't know. Next time you see Ortina you'll have to ask her. At the very least, something coming to life, fears being dispelled.. Good dream?
All who doubted or denied would be lost. To live a moral and honest life -- to keep your contracts, to take care of wife and child -- to make a happy home -- to be a good citizen, a patriot, a just and thoughtful man, was simply a respectable way of going to hell.
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