[13:56:45]
you know swirly caught a bird this morning and tried to eat him in here
[13:56:57] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
lol mighty huntress!
[13:57:13]
she let him go and used my bed as a trampoline to catch him again
[13:57:14] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
day by day she grows in skill in powah
[13:57:23] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
we are amazed at her prowess purr
[13:57:34]
y its true
[13:57:41] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
lol don't let it get loose in the house warrior princess
[13:57:41]
tampoline skills
[13:57:46]
trampoline
[00:35:23] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
hi guys
[00:43:19]
hi
[00:43:45] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
I'm up at midnight again X_X
[00:43:48] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
so's joe
[00:43:50]
ive been having a superweird dream
[00:44:02] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
recurrent?
[00:44:05] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
those
[00:44:11] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
are always odd
[00:44:25]
i was stuck in a time stop and kept reliving two minutest agan
[00:44:44]
reliving two minutes
[00:45:04] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
O_O that would get torturous fast
[00:45:13]
only they kept changing and these mafia guy kept coming to kill us
[00:46:33]
in the end i chose life and light instead of darkness and kept arguing with them that they shouldnt kill me
[00:46:54]
they were members of the cops mafia
[00:47:10]
you know crooked cops
[00:47:27]
i was a physician who wanted to save everybody
[00:48:26]
i kept wanting to kill everybody but if i did that then id be stuck in the time loop forever
[00:49:01] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
weird
[00:49:30]
so i lengthened the time loop to 3 minutes by trying to save everybody even tho they were intending to kill me
[00:50:24]
at the end of 3 minutes i had taken 2 bullets and fought them off while explaining why they shouldnt kill me for exposing them
[00:50:48]
also i saved one of their number who had gone down in the firefight
[00:51:41]
i was in the corner applying tourniquets and arguing with him when i woke up
[00:54:13] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
that's pretty strange lol the more people you keep from dying the more time you get but you'd need more than a few mins to save them I would think.
[01:02:01] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
I've been mostly dreamless lately, kinda strange really. I had one REALLY funky climate change/dystopia/death related one a couple months ago and can't remember having any after that
[01:10:13] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
I was on wolf creek. The power plant on lake of egypt had become a massive supercomplex of smog spewing factories and other assorted industrial buildings. We were all trapped there; crowds of despondent people lined the water's edge dressed in rags. I went to the end where the cars usually turned around, and this weird robed guy was holding a dead girl. He looked at me and said some weird mumbly stuff, then knelt down next to the water. The girl's body turned to oily sludge and drained into the water. End dream, tho thinking back I wonder if the line of people were those waiting to be transformed and emptied into the lake
[01:10:34] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
it freaked me out a little
[01:10:52] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
same day you told me about those rednecks who shot a circus elephant IIRC
[01:11:08] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
haven't had much since then
[01:11:16] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
lol it's a little morbid sorry
[01:11:51] [Tom - 25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439]
anyway I'm no dream interpreter so can't help you there
[01:16:04]
oh well i usually have time stop dreams when im mediatating
[01:16:53]
I suspect it was because I was forcing myself to stay on my left side all night to void rolling on kitties
[01:17:13]
they come and go from my bed at night you see
[01:17:48]
When I passed out Sticky was sleeping in front of me while Swirly kept jumping up to tampoline on my bed
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Addendum:
I said that I was laying on my left side to avoid rolling over onto kittens in bed.In truth I was laying on my RIGHT side. I have to meditate while asleep to stay on my RIGHT side because I favor the left. If I don't do this then I frequently thrash around and damage the wall.
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Childish dreams, darker realities, ghosts, lost cat dreams
ICYMI In my last post I said that my beloved cat disappeared on Oct 4. I also wrote that I considered abandoning this blog because I feared it would drive me mad. In this post I plan to clarify those remarks and update post some of the dreams I was and am having.
Before Oct 3 I had been planning to write a new dream diary post. Most of my dreams at the time seemed trivial, almost childish. I had dreams about kittens, rainbows, childhood, balloons, surfing, flying, wild animals, snow flakes and snow globes. Occasionally I had a dream w/ politicians or actors from tv doing vaudeville skits. I dreamed that Clint Eastwood was training me to shadow box w/ an empty chair, sort of a combo of Million Dollar Baby & SNL. I dreamed that Paul Ryan tried to get me to play straight man while he cracked welfare queen and anchor baby jokes while dressed as Dracula. During these weeks in my waking life I had been developmentally regressing. My parents divested from me entirely financially in July. I worked a few PT jobs for a neighbor but nothing inconvenient. I was spending a lot of time cuddling & talking w/ my cats while watching tv.
BTW Oct 3 was the date of the first Presidential debate. Against my better judgement I watched it and microblogged on tumblr & twitter into the wee hours of Oct 4. Around midnight I let my cat out into the garage. She normally didn't go outside at this time, since she was of a gentler homebound disposition and a natural coward. I read twitter and dropped off intermittently throughout the night. Around 4 am I noticed she was gone and around 8:30 AM I became alarmed. I felt very guilty since I had been having beautiful dreams about celebrating a moonlight festival w/ her and the other cats until dawn, sort of replaying the hobbit feast from LOTR-1 in the dream w/ little cat people instead of hobbits and no wizard.
In the following weeks my dreams took on several dark themes. I was dispassionately OCD about her loss, officially mourning the week after. I had dreams about fire and death, drowning and blood. I dreamed repeatedly about the ghost of the dead boy who used to have my bedroom. I dreamed that his head leaped on to my bed like a cat and argued w/ me about what a loser I am. I had all sorts of dreams about what must have happened to my missing cat. In retrospect IMAO its most probable that she was killed by our neighbor's giant black Newfoundland mastiffs, i.e., "Newfies," and he covered it up and disposed of the body.
Our neighbor is a selfish bastard w/ an exotic animal fetish who likes to break ordinance and let them run loose in town here so they can snatch up free food. Animal control took the gator away and we are feeding the white peacock. I refuse to feed his giant dogs tho they frequently steal my cat's food if I'm not looking. Both of the "starving gentle giant" mastiffs look like this:
No doubt its lucky for him they weren't hunting small children at the primary school playground 100 m away.
My naturalist nephew found some photos of the missing cat on his cell. She was extremely fond of me and begged to be held for rocking hugs and kisses no less than 5 times on the date of her disappearance. Her name was Skanky, pictured here w/ kittens and mate:
In the intervening weeks I've done everything short of posting a reward poster. It didn't make sense to post one since we thought we had no photos & she is colored a common Tabby variety so I'd get 15 wrong responses. I plan to make one now I think.
Last weekend I started thinking maybe traveling Satanists got my cat. The main reason is this story about a dog dumped out nearby w/ acid all over her face burning off her flesh. Also my cat disappeared on Oct 4, World Animal Day, which is set on the catholic calendar Feast Day for St Francis of Assisi (patron Saint of animals). Satanists like to schedule their desecrations around the catholic calendar. Third there have been other inexplicably similar Satanic attacks on pets in Europe this month here, here, and here. Fourth my next-door neighbor's cute kitten was snatched 17 nights after mine, also in the wee hours of Sunday Oct 21 between midnight and 2 AM. He claims there was a car of traveling strangers parked there when he got home who must have sped away w/ his cat. Fifth there have been a mysterious October string of church-type vandals circa to our exact region here and here. IMAO It is insufficient to rule out Satanic sacrifice of our pets near Halloween simply because they are not black colored. I attended high school w/ several Satanists and they are still rumored to be in our town.
It is more likely to be the reckless exotic pets neighbor though, since he has since ceased to turn the mastiffs loose for the rest of the month after the second cat. IMAO It is a wicked world, with much unwholesome pain visited by uprooted humans. I don't enjoy dreaming vividly every night about my cat being tortured and stuffed by wicked humans or pulled apart screaming in the dark by foaming hounds. It is reminiscent of the nightmare work of horror directors Clive Barker and Dario Argento.
Before Oct 3 I had been planning to write a new dream diary post. Most of my dreams at the time seemed trivial, almost childish. I had dreams about kittens, rainbows, childhood, balloons, surfing, flying, wild animals, snow flakes and snow globes. Occasionally I had a dream w/ politicians or actors from tv doing vaudeville skits. I dreamed that Clint Eastwood was training me to shadow box w/ an empty chair, sort of a combo of Million Dollar Baby & SNL. I dreamed that Paul Ryan tried to get me to play straight man while he cracked welfare queen and anchor baby jokes while dressed as Dracula. During these weeks in my waking life I had been developmentally regressing. My parents divested from me entirely financially in July. I worked a few PT jobs for a neighbor but nothing inconvenient. I was spending a lot of time cuddling & talking w/ my cats while watching tv.
BTW Oct 3 was the date of the first Presidential debate. Against my better judgement I watched it and microblogged on tumblr & twitter into the wee hours of Oct 4. Around midnight I let my cat out into the garage. She normally didn't go outside at this time, since she was of a gentler homebound disposition and a natural coward. I read twitter and dropped off intermittently throughout the night. Around 4 am I noticed she was gone and around 8:30 AM I became alarmed. I felt very guilty since I had been having beautiful dreams about celebrating a moonlight festival w/ her and the other cats until dawn, sort of replaying the hobbit feast from LOTR-1 in the dream w/ little cat people instead of hobbits and no wizard.
In the following weeks my dreams took on several dark themes. I was dispassionately OCD about her loss, officially mourning the week after. I had dreams about fire and death, drowning and blood. I dreamed repeatedly about the ghost of the dead boy who used to have my bedroom. I dreamed that his head leaped on to my bed like a cat and argued w/ me about what a loser I am. I had all sorts of dreams about what must have happened to my missing cat. In retrospect IMAO its most probable that she was killed by our neighbor's giant black Newfoundland mastiffs, i.e., "Newfies," and he covered it up and disposed of the body.
Our neighbor is a selfish bastard w/ an exotic animal fetish who likes to break ordinance and let them run loose in town here so they can snatch up free food. Animal control took the gator away and we are feeding the white peacock. I refuse to feed his giant dogs tho they frequently steal my cat's food if I'm not looking. Both of the "starving gentle giant" mastiffs look like this:
My naturalist nephew found some photos of the missing cat on his cell. She was extremely fond of me and begged to be held for rocking hugs and kisses no less than 5 times on the date of her disappearance. Her name was Skanky, pictured here w/ kittens and mate:
Last weekend I started thinking maybe traveling Satanists got my cat. The main reason is this story about a dog dumped out nearby w/ acid all over her face burning off her flesh. Also my cat disappeared on Oct 4, World Animal Day, which is set on the catholic calendar Feast Day for St Francis of Assisi (patron Saint of animals). Satanists like to schedule their desecrations around the catholic calendar. Third there have been other inexplicably similar Satanic attacks on pets in Europe this month here, here, and here. Fourth my next-door neighbor's cute kitten was snatched 17 nights after mine, also in the wee hours of Sunday Oct 21 between midnight and 2 AM. He claims there was a car of traveling strangers parked there when he got home who must have sped away w/ his cat. Fifth there have been a mysterious October string of church-type vandals circa to our exact region here and here. IMAO It is insufficient to rule out Satanic sacrifice of our pets near Halloween simply because they are not black colored. I attended high school w/ several Satanists and they are still rumored to be in our town.
It is more likely to be the reckless exotic pets neighbor though, since he has since ceased to turn the mastiffs loose for the rest of the month after the second cat. IMAO It is a wicked world, with much unwholesome pain visited by uprooted humans. I don't enjoy dreaming vividly every night about my cat being tortured and stuffed by wicked humans or pulled apart screaming in the dark by foaming hounds. It is reminiscent of the nightmare work of horror directors Clive Barker and Dario Argento.
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