I feel like we should charge Lix for that....

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.

My dreams are surreal.Thats the best word I can think of for them.Somethime I think wires get crossed somewhere and I'm dreaming someone elses intended dream and somebod is dreaming mine.I don't recognise anybody in my dreams and unfortunately,they are almost never erotic.DAAYAMN! I fond out though that if I wake up a couple of hours before I need to and after getting up for a few minutes,then go back to sleep,I am better able to remember my dreams.

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Sex is one of nine reasons for reincarnation.The other eight are unimportant...Henry Miller

Almost every night for the past two years I’ve had a wet dream about a Pixiette.:lust: I often have the same wet dream again on the same night, but other times I fall asleep first.

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I recall a dream VERY seldom. It will be many months or perhaps years between. Never actually charted it. I am aware when I disturbed from REM sleep that I had dreamed, but don’t have any idea of what. Whatever it was that woke me has my attention and the dream is gone completely.

The very few that I remember are very vivid, very long and involved, and an extreme mix of personal reality and the bizarre. And I retain them almost permanently. They will have real people and places intertwined with surreal actions and events. They will have almost complete chapter-form scenarios of total unrelated actions and places that would be a dream in itself.

Example from a year or so ago.-
I am driving a bus up a downtown street I know well during a rush hour traffic jam. The bus is a 9 or 10 story, Dr. Suze type contraption with the driver in the top. I’m fighting to keep the swaying of start and stop jerks from toppling the thing as I have all these people I know talking to me. I’m making polite small talk to very familiar as well as actual faces I know but not even their name. I’m having problems catching people in the doors as well as trying to figure how long to give the people going down the “slides” before I start moving again. I’m “pleasantly” explaining that it takes the ones from the top levels longer to get clear is why I haven’t started moving again. I can’t get the passengers to not start down the slides after each bumper-to-bumper lurch because they won’t be deposited at their stop until after the swaying ceases. This white-knuckle trip goes on for the mile or so up the detailed real avenue.

I’m not going to even start with where I find myself and what happens next.

*cups groin and shakes it* Here, interrupt this!

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Freakiest: When I dreamed there was a duck-billed platypus wearing a saddle out on the balcony of my apartment. It was big--about the size of one of those old, huge sea tortoises. (You have to remember that I'm on the wrong continent for ANY duck-billed platypus, much less a giant one.

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Communication is the key.

Funny that you should ask Lilith...

<ploppong myself down on the couch>

About a week ago I had a dream that completely blew me away... and I still can't exactly shake it.

First let me say, that for the most part I remember my dreams for the short term, but they do fade rather quickly. Not this one tho. Next, let me add that altho I have had a few "sexual" dreams but nothing that ever really sticks to my mind. This one was different too.

In the dream I found myself having sex with my best friend and her hubby (Praying to God that she won't decide to follow me to Pixies right now). The dream was so absolutely realistic that I can't even put it into words. I have never had a FMF experience, nor have I ever been with a woman (and to be honest don't have much of a desire to do so). For the most part the dream centered around her and I (Thankfully I dont' recall any intimate contact with her hubby)... and I remember it clearly.

NO... to answer the question before it is asked.. I haven't mentioned it to her.. don't think that I will...


Okay.. jumping off the couch now.. I feel better... LOL

Now.. feel free to analyze me... just whatever you do.. PLEASE don't tell me that my long period of celebacy has turned me into a lesbian (nothing against lesbians), I don't want to be.. LOL..

For some reason i cant ever seem to remember my dreams. The only exception to this is if i dream while in a light sleep early in the morning or while napping. On a very rare occasion i will remember a dream i had at night but they fade pretty fast.

So what does it mean if you dream you are running naked into a train tunnel while being chased by a thousand crossdressing midgets, who are throwing little pickles at you?

er...um...not that I have that dream or anything....

Who's this "we" you speak of? You got a mouse in your pocket? LMFAO!

*get's out my platinum card*

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

when i was 16 i used to dream I had a baby. She had dark hair, and bright blue eyes, I called her Ebony.

I had to go somewhere, so I left my sister to take care of her.

I came back, but i couldnt find my baby or my sister. I rthen recieved a phone call saying she had taken ebony and i would never see her again.

I woke up from that and ran round the house screaming at my mam & sister that i wanted my ebony back. It was so real, they thought i'd lost the plot.

Sadly I remember most of my dreams and they are not always pleasant.

But I do have regular dreams that are I think triggered by the seasons. In spring I have "storm" dreams where there are tornadoes or I get struck by lightning.

Summer time I think of being back to work for an old employer. It was a very happy time for me then.

Winter dreams mostly are about places I've been.

The rest of the time usually are of nightmares. It is odd thought, I normally am not frighten of them. They are just bad dreams of evens long ago with a different twist.