I was makin out with this pretty hot girl, maybe African American, and just "read" in freuds dream lectures I listened to on my walk back from the central library (6miles at least) where I got Deleuzes book "Foucault", Foucault, the order of things, think fast and slow a book about the psychology of economics, a book about economics written by a psychologist and did you know Adam Smith who wrote Wealth of Nations was a Scot professor of moral philosophy and good friends with Hume?, but in the freud book he speaks about 4 characteristics of dream, condensation distortion allusion and symbolism, so in condensation one thing can represent a few things, so then the chick I was making out with I think represented 2 chicks, but then guess who was in the dream? the ex-lady, (in almost all my dreams) she was in it and we were having a good time, then she had to leave, but said she was going to leave her body there and I was like Yes! I didn't even know that was possible and her body was a wild woman with a fairly different personality and we had the best time of my life. Just read in Proust about german literature and the varieties of onanism, then in the freud lectures on dreams he says onanism! like never!! then one day after the next?

I had a dream that I was pitching the ol baseball, I was playing a baseball video game but I was in the game, controlling myself with a controller, and my ex lady was at the bat. I was throwing garbage, I couldn't find the plate with a telescope, just one wild pitch after another. She stared at me with contempt as the ball sailed over her head. Nowhere near the strike zone. Finally it was time for her to walk but she stayed planted. I threw a few more balls that missed the mark. Finally it was time for her to walk but instead of hopping over to the first base she turned around and walked back, disappearing. That was one version, the sanitized that I told my friends. What really happened was that she walked towards me like she was storming the mound. I stood agape, not daring to look away. She got close and put her hand on my shoulder. And then- remember how we were both characters in a baseball video game but we were also inside the game? Well it was like someone, another dude perhaps, was controlling her. I was controlling myself with a controller but she was being controlled by a third person. She started moving real fast and herky jerky. Like someone was mashing buttons and she was moving spastic with the buttons. I had a vision in my head of this other dude, controlling her. His face obscured. She touched me and was close to me but was moving way to fast I couldn't touch her. I tried to touch her and I think she might have had an orgasm but I don't know.

i Wish I could have sex

ahh, i miss being able to remember my dreams... said goodbye to all that when i took up the ol' 9 to 5... maybe i should sort out my sleeping pattern or just get myself fired. both sound like a good idea atm. I learnt two new words that begin with O because of this thread!

You can't fire me cause I donthaveajob!!! Nirvana be with you. Pure interdimensional genius. Last time I had a 9-5 after a month, one day I started crying on the busride there and when I got there they said, sorry no work today, you can go home and we'll pay you for half a days work, this went on for a week till when the project would have ended anyway. Now it pains me to even hear of anyone working more than a few hours a day, even if I'm sitting outside in a park on a sunny day it causes me to grab my stomach and roll over into fetus position crying for my mommy, yr a tuff motherfucker hillips, but I DONT envy you

dats bloard baby

My mental stability has been getting worse over time, and maybe it is from this trigger that I have been able to better remember my dreams. They're fragmented and I have to work to keep them in my memory, but they most certainly feel more real than ever when I have them. Just as real as real life anyways. It's a bad sign when your dreams are better than reality. Anyways, I got sidetracked. What I meant to say is that dream symbolism is a very interesting topic indeed, but it varies greatly from person to person; not everyone's dreams can be interpreted in the same ways, even if they seem similar!! It's crazy when you think about it, but also makes a lot of sense because everyone's experiences are uniquely tailored to them. But that all aside, I live in a pretty fucked up hole in the wall, listening to Eric Clapton when I can but still getting feelings of dread, and it's greatly hampering my journeys into the dream world. Perhaps when I leave this job in a couple of weeks I can fully devote myself to exploring the land of dreams. Perhaps, someday, I can even leave this mortal form and fully embrace the somnambulility of the better world. Or at the very least chart it out. Tell me what you think fellow bloarders... shall we create an encyclopedia of dream knowledge together???

Last couple few dreams I've been happy to wake up from. I pretty much read and work on songs so it's nice to have an exciting dream life. Wish fulfillment, anxiety dreams, wise advice in dreams, fuckin' Figaro bro. “If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.” ― Gilles Deleuze

got almost no sleep last night, a fucked up but all too normal situation, but i had a dream i was tooting my own horn, my trumpet to be exact, which i have not tooted in fast almost 8 years. perhaps this shows an innate desire to return to the instrument. perhaps it is a profound disapointment at my not continuing it. perhaps, it means simply nothing. crazy to think about,

Very nice analysis, probably means if you start blowing yr trumpet you'll probably end up with two bitches in the back of a limo eatin' chicken wings. I seriously love Miles Davis and his autobiography is highly recommended by moi, no other book has the lovely word, "motherfucker" in it more. I love how those red squiggly lines keep me on point. Here's a pic of me blowin my trumpet: [img]http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_1982.60.11.jpg[/img]

did not remember my dream from last night, will keep you all updated on my dream activity tomorrow

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I was walking all around with my guitar listening to, "The Making of Modern Economics" when 2 people sitting on a porch asked me to play a song, I did and they said their neighbor was really good and they were goin to go get him, he came out and jammed and was pretty good at leads, but when he played and sang Grateful Dead he was really good, turned out he only knew Dead stuff, but was really good at it, we smoked the wacky tabaky and jammed a while, then I walked all over got lost listening to the rest of my audio book, all that I had transferred, he's such a good reader, finally made it back, crashed and 1st night in a while no dreams. It's warm here; life is good.

far out, swann i had a dream where I was in a strange house that I could possibly inherit, but it was a strange kinda mansion thing that had a lot of hidden rooms and passages, and there was some creepy ass shit roaming around it, but i don't remember what. I often have dreams of houses like this where there's a hidden attic room with a screaming old lady in it, but thankfully this dream was free of all that nonsense. anyways, i was playing some game with some buddies, it was a MGS game with homing sharks, but it was bullshit so I stopped and went upstairs. I then went back downstairs and saw my buds playin the game like zombies, so i woke up. i'm tired of the damn crazy houses man

That's a super cool dream. In Freuds dream lectures he talks a lot about houses, in Jung's Memories, Dreams, and Reflections he has a dope house dream, where he goes deep in the basement and excavates treasures of the collective unconscious.

I wish my house dreams were anything other than horrifying. Went overboard on the booze last night and had some crazy vivid dreams. once again locked in the weird house but it was a tower this time with a spiral staircase going up. the whole thing was surrounded by a big body of water except for one main entrance. i was with 5 people and 4 of them ran upstairs while me and the other guy stayed at the bottom because something was trying to break in through the door and we had to keep it out. then someone outside screamed and the other dude ran outside, and i tried to help him in the back window and woke up. crazy sh*t. i don't know what it means. i know somebody got horribly eaten in the dream though. maybe i'll read up on Jung's stuff. Freud's stuff is always a treat, but i think a lot of it ended up being misguided or wrong in the long run. but he was austrian so he's a cool dude in any case

Freud has a bad rap, he's an entertaining writer and has great ideas, a lot of times I'm reading him and am impressed with his knack for bullshitting, he is a master bullshitter, which I admire, if I had to pick a psychoanalytic school it would be Jungian though, went to school for psychology because of my love of Jung and there was like one fucking paragraph on jung the whole school career. Freud drops Jewels though, we just have to figure out what's pyrite and what's not.