its like id heard or read somewhere that a politician somewhere punches another in the nose at their assembly-thingy, so the other guy shoots him. somehow i knew that would be the sequence of events when i started seeing it in my dream, on some tv. a few dudes were arguing in front of the main speaker-dude's chair, and then one of them punched him in the nose. the dude got up shocked, started arguing some more and produced this big WWII German looking pistol, and started chasing the guy around with it. when he had him pinned against the wall, antonio banderas appeared, trying to dissuade the guy from shooting the other guy. but i didnt actually see the shooting - i think i looked away. boogie looks away from me when she's pissed off at me or when i'm too much in her face. that couldnt be a learned behaviour. she hasnt learned much yet. so then the dude starts running around, i guess looking for someone else to settle a score with. i thought the people behaved like schools of fish - peeling away to the left and right from the line of fire, moving like a homogenous, uniform mass. and then one older lady didnt move - so he approached her with the gun. and i forget what she said exactly, but it was something to the effect of "i'm with you - lets kill those sons of bitches."
kinda weird, like another dream i had recently about being at some surfing location, and they had this tour for people, where you got on this bus, and then the bus drove very fast on this road that went out into the sea, and then ended. i guess they had to time it somehow, because we went into the water, and for a while there it looked like we were gonna drown, the bus started filling with water, i started breathing deeply, but tried to hold off with taking and holding a huge breath until the last possible moment, then i'd try to swim up to a window, open it and go for the surface. but i still wondered if the bus would move around too much and disorient me. but then the bus started coming back up, and then the bus was surfing! and then this guy with a ford suv was passing us on top of the wave. and i was like "where the hell does he think he's going?" and then he started sinking, and i thought that it served him right for trying that with a car obviously not good for that. hehe - like a bus is more intended for that kinda thing :) but then when he was almost sunken, the wave started sinking faster, and then receding, and the son of a bitch in the suv never slowed down, he just kept on driving, never missing a beat! i guess he knew what he was doing :)
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Crazy ass dreams... crazy ass Tomek...
Just curious, do you remember a lot of you dreams, or just the occasional super-weird, hyper-realistic ones?
i've noticed that i tend to remember a dream or 2 if i get to sleep until i just cant sleep anymore, and if i have very little sleep and am tired, i tend not to remember what i dreamt about. i also think the weirder, or cooler, or more appealing in some way the dream is, the more i tend to remember it. sometimes i start falling asleep but something wakes me up, and i am able to remember that some dream was just starting to unwind. sometimes i'd have a dream inside a 30-second nap. i also noticed sometimes how while just falling asleep, some lazy thoughts started going through my mind, and then they started to turn into some funky story. again, that i'd usually notice if i woke up while just falling asleep. also, i noticed that often the longer i was awake after waking up, the less of the dream i'd remember, like within the first 2 minutes or so, but trying to re-tell it would help a bit against it slipping completely from memory. 2 dreams from my childhood still stand out for me - one was about a witch that flew in through the closed window inside our vaccuum, landd on my bed and then came out of it, like out of a space capsule. the other was me seeing some newspapers glued to some kinda board, and even though i couldnt read very well, i started being aware that the main article was about something bad . something to do with my mom. then i was in my preschool, like any normal day, but my neighbour was there, like she lived there. then on the 2nd floor of the preschool i noticed there was a storm drain, i looked down, and saw my mom's body float by. that made me wake up. i gues that could sorta qualify as a nightmare, though somewhat PG rated. hehe, now that i'm thinking about dreams, i'm starting to remember more and more :) there was this one dream, i dreamt i fell or jumped down from my bunk bed, but all of a sudden i was falling down pretty gently, and when i reached the ground, i'd jump up and slowly float back up to the top of my bunk bed. or dreams of diving or maybe being stuck underwater, and when i couldnt hold my breath anymore, and draw a fearful, slow breath, but it'd turn out i could breathe underwater! :D i wrote a short story once that was basically the description of a dream i had, and people in my writing class were wondering if this was an account of a 'drug trip'. somebody else thought i was writing about gay issues, etc. if i ever find it, i should post it - it was pretty funky :)
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