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Post by whatagain on Feb 7, 2024 10:55:52 GMT
Like this Mossie ? I once assisted the NCO in charge of the armoury and was doing like you : checking every gun by opening widely the chamber. The NCO - a first sergeant of more than 40 , meaning he got promoted by age and didn’t take or pass the exam to go further and alcoholic like a lot of similar guys was making fun of me, himself not bothering to check. Until I grabbed the gun given by a gun played the action bolt and whoops a cartridge flies away. I yelled at the grunt and he got light arrest. Idiot.
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Post by mossie on Feb 7, 2024 15:11:55 GMT
Got iy in one Whatagain
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 27, 2024 16:43:22 GMT
My dream universe seems to have opened a new chapter, with new stories and new people. This is an amazing improvement after rehashing so many situations for so many years.
Unfortunately, I forget them just as fast, but I still remember the other night I dreamed about seeing an entire movie about a single mother and her two little girls, suddenly evicted from their very nice house by social services. The connection to my old dream world was that the movie was filmed in the house of my childhood, which totally amazed me. In fact I told other people in the dream how amazing I thought it was to see the old house and to imagine that anybody would use it in a movie.
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Post by htmb on Mar 27, 2024 19:01:14 GMT
This morning, while my daughter would have been asleep miles away, I happened to look at a recipe for the kind of egg "bites" she eats pretty regularly. I’ll be visiting her fairly soon and I had the thought I could make her a large batch to freeze for later. That way she could pop one or two into the microwave during those moments when she was really busy, but needed a quick something to eat. I figured I’d have to work out the logistics because I can’t cook the bacon called for in the recipe. She loves it (so do I), but I’m now unable to cook bacon, or even be in the room while it’s being prepared. Perhaps I could get away with using real, but pre-cooked, bacon bits. She wouldn’t even need to know.
A few hours later, my daughter called and, at some point, announced she’d had a dream last night that I was cooking bacon for her and her husband, in my current apartment, but it wasn’t the kind of bacon she likes to eat and she was pretty unhappy about it.
Such a weird coincidence.
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Post by questaredux on Mar 28, 2024 4:07:01 GMT
With Parkinson's disease life is the constant search for the best combination of drugs for each individual patient. Sometimes the recipe can be 99% successful...except have dire consequents for that 1%...me. Wild mem and non mem dreams have filled my sleeping hours for the last few months where I have wandered around having accidents, falls and getting trapped under falling furniture, all for real but presented to my sleeping/ walking/ calling out self as more dramatic than IRL. In one dream I was walking past a timber schoolroom being demolished. Inside was a stack of desks, cabinets etc. I wriggle in and dislodge a stack of desks, some fall on my arm trapping me, can't move around but can reach a stick and bang on the metal cupboard on my shoulder to get help.
I am cold and wet, hours have passed. I must have slept. I hear men's voices and call out warning them of the balancing furniture. The pile slips a bit and I yell out in pain as the desk falls on me.
"It's alright, luv" says the ambulance man as he wraps a warm blanket around me, "you have had a bit of a fall on your kitchen floor. Those tiles are freezing in winter. Your neighbours heard you call out and we came at once."Got some dry clothes?" I was taken to hospital where a scan found that my glasses had shattered and a sliver of glass had entered the eye. This was treated and all was back to "normal"i.e. vivid dreams every night (now forgotten!)
There were 3 more bad ones that required ambulance to hospital and overnight stays.These involved some fairly tricky head and spine surgeries and 7 big metal clips to hold my skull together. By # 5 I had had enough and asked to be taken off that drug. That's why I went so long with no contact with you all...I had trouble coping with what was real and what was the chemicals. OK now, but not as sharp as before.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 28, 2024 5:40:36 GMT
Such a weird coincidence. Downright uncanny! You two have always been quite close, right?
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 28, 2024 5:50:30 GMT
I had trouble coping with what was real and what was the chemicals. I met somebody who had spent a lot of time in Africa who said he enjoyed getting malaria because he was in a dream world where he could no longer distinguish the real from the unreal. When you are safely in a hospital bed, it probably isn't as scary.
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Post by htmb on Mar 28, 2024 14:54:54 GMT
Such a weird coincidence. Downright uncanny! You two have always been quite close, right? True, Bixa. It’s not the first weird thing that’s happened to us. I used to play piano, and played lots of classical music while I was pregnant with child number 4. When she was about 20, we both realized she had several of the pieces on her iPod, recordings by real musicians, and listened to them regularly.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 28, 2024 15:31:46 GMT
What a fascinating bond!
The vivid dreaming caused by drugs seems as though it could very unpleasant, especially when bleeding over into waking life. Questa's furniture dream is so full of symbolism.
This is not about dreaming per se, but someone told me something the other day that I had to wonder about. That is, she related that she'd been cleaning and using a lot of bleach (sodium hypochlorite), especially inside a shower stall. Afterward she had to go somewhere and while driving realized that she was hallucinating & unsure of what was real and what was not. Naturally I looked this up and found that exposure to the fumes can have such consequences.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 28, 2024 17:02:48 GMT
My grandmother's night of horror on 9 November 1989 has stuck with me forever. That's the night the Berlin Wall fell, but it is also the night that I fell. I was mugged after spending an evening at the restaurant with friends and was attacked right in front of the door of my building. I stupidly resisted and had my face smashed in (a bit of time in hospital and a bit more time with a face cast that guaranteed that everybody on the metro got as far from me as possible).
On that night, my grandmother (age 91) spontaneously got out of her bed at the retirement home, got dressed, and was ready to walk to Paris in the middle of the night. Luckily, the retirement home locked the door at night, so she was blocked. "I have to go right now. My grandson needs me!" she told the staff who stopped her. Apparently she was in extreme distress for most of the night until they finally administered medication to get her to go to sleep.
I learned all this at bit later, because I had been scheduled to go on holiday the next day for a couple of weeks (to Sri Lanka) and had told her and the staff that I wouldn't be coming for my usual Saturday visit for a few weeks. When I finally called, it was to tell her that I wouldn't be visiting the following Saturday because I had had a little accident. (I had no intention of visiting her with a cast on my face.) It was the orderly who took the phone from her to tell me the story of what she had done that night.
Naturally, it has left me marked for life, and I am willing to accept any story about ESP that anybody tells me.
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Post by htmb on Mar 28, 2024 17:11:02 GMT
Astounding!
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Post by mickthecactus on Mar 28, 2024 17:26:46 GMT
That’s quite a story. Bless her.
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Post by questaredux on Mar 28, 2024 23:05:04 GMT
If you write the date in the non-USA style...Nine eleven 89...
I think it was Carl Jung who said that we are surrounded by coincidences all the time, it is just that we are too inattentive, busy or otherwise distracted to notice them.
The cafe I had in Bali was full of coincidences and we got to expect and be guided by them. I feel they make life richer and display the inter-connectedness of things.
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Post by questaredux on Mar 30, 2024 13:43:56 GMT
Questa's furniture dream is so full of symbolism. Most of the dreams I have had in the last few months have had the theme of trapped or confined in a small place. As I feel this way not being able to travel...even the 5km to the local supermarket now I have no car or licence. There is pressure for me to "upgrade" from my unit to the single room and 24 hour monitoring and care but I would have to get rid of my dog! As my present set up is perfectly adequate I think they want me to sell the unit back as they could get a higher price because of the beautiful setting and views.I would pass it off as paranoia except my neighbour has had an offer as well. Anyway, I would like to know what symbolism you observed, Bixa, or anyone else. I really miss having buddies who drop in and have coffee and chat.
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