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Last Sunday I drank a coffee at 9pm, and then took a Sudafed at 11. I tried to go to bed around 2-3 after watching boardwalk empire, and obviously could not (Sudafed + coffee = kind of speedy). I should mention for a half hour before I went to sleep, I read all about the real life mobsters form that era, murder inc, etc. (what am I going to find out that I didn't last week from wikipedia?).
Anyway, I finally fell asleep around 5, and had a wonderful stress dream (nightmare some might call it, but I don't frighten easily) where I was shot in the neck, but in order to make sense of it and the angles of blood spurt or something, I had to realize a linear basis for the entire system of 1920s mobsters. Not that this was a conscious task that I had to solve, it was how my brain was trying to process me getting shot in the neck subconsciously.
Then I woke up with my mind's wires all twisted.
What does it mean that I somewhat regularly have these kinds of dreams? I guess it's better than dreaming in code, which sucks, too. |
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| Joyce Meyer |
I've been saying for a couple of years now that people need to let God out of the Sunday morning box, that He doesn't want to just be with you for an hour or two on Sunday morning and then put back in His box to sit there until you have an emergency, but He wants to invade your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. |
| Nicholas D'Agosto |
You know that thing when you're not asleep but you're not awake, and you can't move your body? I had that kind of nightmare, and I felt like all my teeth were crumbling in my mouth. Now I have this fear of all my teeth being knocked out of my mouth somehow! |
| Enrique Iglesias |
I don't sleep much. It takes me a long time to fall asleep. I'm a bit of an insomniac but, when I fall asleep, I don't ever want to wake up. |
| Danny Elfman |
I really liked doing a number of the projects and directors, and etc., etc., I knew about half-way through that I would never be doing that again. It's just not me. I really am happy as a part-time film composer, not a full-time film composer. |
| Farnaz Fassihi |
The first time I went to Iraq was October 2002, when Saddam was still in power, and then, subsequently, in January of 2003, about three-and-a-half months before the U.S. invasion. So, I got to see the before and after of Iraq, basically, before and after the war. |
| Maya Angelou |
My grandmother took me to church on Sunday all day long, every Sunday into the night. Then Monday evening was the missionary meeting. Tuesday evening was usher board meeting. Wednesday evening was prayer meeting. Thursday evening was visit the sick. Friday evening was choir practice. I mean, and at all those gatherings, we sang. |
| Jessa Gamble |
Before the advent of artificial light, we had 13, 14 hours in bed every night... and so what we experience now is about a 40% contraction of how we used to sleep, and I for one am glad of that - I don't want to spend 13 hours in bed. |
| Tsakhiagiin Elbegdorj |
The roots of our statehood go back more than two millennia and two centuries to the origins of the Hun Empire. Building upon the legacies and power of the Huns, Mongols had built the largest land empire in the history of the mankind. |
| Dianna Agron |
What I fell in love with as a child was 'My Fair Lady,' 'Funny Face,' 'American in Paris,' and 'Singin' in the Rain.' Just perfect movies to me and I was dancing. I started ballet when I was three. And I fell in love with those movies and fell in love with Audrey Hepburn and Leslie Caron. |
| Ken Ham |
If you look only as Genesis as an allegory, you have a major problem, because if it's an allegory, then tell me who our ancestor was? If Abraham was real, then from Abraham if Adam isn't real, if it's just an allegory, it's just a story, then what's the real Adam who really fell in a garden and really sinned? Where did we come from? |
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1) Are there places that do coffee tastings instead of wine/beer tastings??
2) Are there coffee bars that sell only alcoholic coffee drinks?
#coffeethoughts
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# of cups of coffee - # of sleep hours per day = percentage of ashley's mind that has gone crazy.
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I had a dream that I was at my parent's house in their office and a balding man in a suit walked up to me with a gun and asked me for directions to a mirror. I told him how to get to the mirror down the hall and he said he didn't get it so I started drawing him a map. My siblings showed up and started drawing maps too and then one of them hit the guy suddenly and we all shoved him into a waffle maker. He turned into a tasty looking waffle which was kind of disturbing. Then I woke up briefly and fell asleep and had another dream. This one was about cannibalism. There were several picnic tables stacked on top of each other but each one had piles of books on top. I climbed up this stack of tables to find a book at the top and then I jumped off and landed in a grassy field. My mom and my sister (I don't have a sister) were there and my mom was trying to keep my sister from trying to eat other humans. She was carrying around a big pepper shaker and trying to pepper people before she attemp...
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Tesla vs Edison. Try alternating coffee, beer, and weed every hour. I hear that's how I made up that Tesla invented electricity.
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I had a dream that I was in some kind of tower and there were platforms attached to the walls that were pretty big and slightly overlapping the ones below them. I guess there were some ladders or some way to get from one to the other. Some people I knew were there but they were on another platform and my orange cat was there and he fell off the side of one of them but didn't seem to react at all as he fell down into the abyss.
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Call it over stimulated chakras, call it being too cerebral, call it introversion, introspection, anxiety, depression, obsessive compulsion, insomnia, dehydration, high blood pressure, call it preoccupation, call it loneliness, call it unsynchronized vibrations or stress. The truth is you think that you can think your way through life and out of this mindset, and continually finding out that you can't. It's not yoga or mediation, it's not pills or constructive hobbies, exercise or organization. You need to let go.
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75 lb pitbull ambush hate crimed me as I was getting out of my car. Luckily it jumped on the door, so I didn't actually get out, and then proceeded to attack every part of my car. Tried to back out and get away without hitting it, but it was pretty angry. Speeding off trying to lose it, next thing I know it's outrunning me at 25mph while attacking my car. Tried really hard not to run it over, but I'm pretty sure I hit and ran parts of it over, and it was still faster than my car, and simultaneously attacking it. Finally lost it with some trick maneuver (very fast turn). Called the police. The police then called me back saying that the owners called 911 because their crazy 75 lb (so it was probably bigger) pit bull escaped. The police also called me when the dog was recovered because they rightfully assumed I was too scared to leave my car after my initial description, and the owners' description. Seriously like a bad stress nightmare, but in real life. Horrifyingly jumped see...
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I had some type of nightmare where it was post-ragnarok (using this now instead of post-apocalyptic) world and I had a big house and was throwing a party but all these people started showing up and I didn't know who they were but they wanted to murder everyone and take all the stuff.
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Happens. Dreams are weird. I almost taught someone in real life last week but they didn't want to try on the ground.
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Believe it or not, I was raised by a herd of zombies. I was born on the Tahitian island of Pangoro where the zombie virus still runs rampant. One day, tot long after I learned to crawl, my parents became infected and they immediately exhibited the telltale signs of zombification. I was spared from their ravenous advances only because I was already covered in the blood of my devoured sister. A zombie won't eat someone that smells dead like them. I crawled away from my home and survived in the zombie infested wilderness by learning from and acting like the zombies around me. I grew up there as the only living member of the tribe of the dead. When I was 17 I was rescued by a Catholic missionary from Ireland. I still couldn't read or talk but I knew that I was finally with my own kind. I'm glad to finally share my story with you all on this wonderful social network and I'd be glad to answer any questions that you may have. The hardest part of adjusting to life away from the zomb...
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