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Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: Suzhou, China, city of canals
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When I was 7 I dreamed I bought a pill from a vending machine that would change your sex. I gave it a try, and sure enough, I felt my pecker shrivelling up and vanishing. I got worried, bought another pill and took it. I felt Little Con grow back.
This is one of the few dreams where I had the sense of touch.
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meretricious dilettante
Join Date: Jan 2003
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I was at a party of some sort in an old art school. My friend and I ingested huge quantities of cocaine that we were hiding unsuccessfully in a gym bag (white powder spilled everywhere). We wandered around viewing classes in session and suddenly the scene changed to me and my spouse waking up in a room with a man I know only slightly as someone I don't want to hire, all of us naked and dripping with semen, bukkake-style. "You were CRAVING me," he said, and I looked around for the gym bag. It was gone.
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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a rubble of bones!
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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a rubble of bones!
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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a rubble of bones!
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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something easter bonnet...with something something on it...you'll be the something something at the easter parade
I traded all my clothes for a white silk dress that wasn't even finished. raw seams an' all. walking in the breeze by twilight ocean. waah for ireland. parachuting? skydiving? never done THIS before. I don't know if I know how to close all the buckles. shoved out of the plane with a little BASE chute on my back, don't even know where the ripcord is. YIPE! Heather shows me the ropes - her chute opens...and opens and opens and opens...til it's not just a huge chute supporting her, but a long streamer of olive drab pushed downwind and left of her. when she lands, I think wow, THAT will take a lot of repacking. |
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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in the basement, the big dog is dying. she's lying on top of the washing machine and the dryer, under the window on the west side of the room. I wish there was something I could do to help her. sprinkler heads are coming on intermittently, and when the pattern gets to the area of the washer/dryer, the dog gets sprayed down and soaked through. I have a warm towel, and I dry her off and rub her down, but she's so comatose she barely notices. sad, sad, sad. mushrooms will sprout from her carcass when she's gone.
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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your ship's sinking 'cause it's sprung a leak
I seem to be having trouble with my clothes. I can't find anything to wear that fits me or isn't stained and ragged, so I wrap Greta's sarong around me and call it good. now, to do something about this damned ghost. it's Laurie, for some reason dead and caught between this world and the next like an oil stain on a bit of industrial berber. she always did get herself in the most ridiculous jams. I want to take a shower, but there she is by the camp office: "like, totally boo man, totally boo." I'm fed up, and it's time to kick her out. I'm still in Gret's sarong, and I don't have enough hands to juggle my soap, shampoo, conditioner, water bottle, and other tubular condiment containers. Laurie's wily though. she pretends she wants to move on, but really she's just trying to trap me and kill me so she'll have some company. lady, I can see straight through you, and not just because you're made of ectoplasm. it takes a little craft and cunning but I trick her into haunting my water bottle, then pour her out down the loo and flush her away. it's not dignified, but if she wanted dignity she'd have taken better care of her living body. if you're not truthful it may take a while, because you're living in a world of denial |
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monkey
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 671
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The last few nights have been eventful so far I have:
-been shot in the head, leaving my brain exposed -searched for "nuclear warheads" (see:big red plastic cones) on the beach -ridden in a car with my dog that turned in to one friend that turned in to another. -chased my naked friend through a parking lot -been sentenced to death by electric chair, knowing full well that I can not die |
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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you see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
dude, getting people with alzheimer's together to move is so difficult - my aunt keeps wandering off. plus there are all these personal distractions, and making sure I have my little pile of luggage all in one place for the boat ride is just really challenging for some reason. I think I have all my belongings together, then I find out that Sheila's wandered off. i bring her back, and I can't find my purse. we have everything together, and now it's pouring rain. I jump down into the boat anyway for a ride across the harbour - if I don't have my shit together for the long journey, at least I can take the short one. |
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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a rubble of bones!
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in limbo
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: The Netherlands
Posts: 19,503
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i'm in a spaceship, trying to dock with another spaceship.
i'm on earth again, running after a guy looking like a japanese manga dude with black and purple hair. we're outside the space center which is a giant concrete block with doors and a pond outside. he's holding a baby, which falls into the water. i try to save it but can't find it anymore in the water. my vest is hanging in the water, caught in some waterplants. to be continued, the guy says! |
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earth worker
Join Date: May 2006
Location: on the planet
Posts: 5,844
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a rubble of bones!
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Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
Posts: 8,967
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I dreamt I was Harrison Ford
And the ladies who loved me -- good Lord! With these drugs for the flu And my heating pad, too, What fantasy realms I explored! Then under that tinselly moon As the orchestra tootled its tune, I saw the Marines And their combat machines Performing a pas de platoon. Naked I stood on my chair Exposing my parts to the air So I stood on the arms And shimmied my charms But nobody there seemed to care.
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Spone to Proonerisms
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: The Left Coast
Posts: 4,531
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I'm riding through the streets of Atlanta, towards the house where I spent my teens, on a motor(bi?)cycle that I'm standing up on kind of like a segway. actually it's more of a four-wheel two-bicycles joined together side-by-side affair that I could be pedaling "normally" but instead I'm standing up on the pedals and it makes a kind of platform from which I can drive this thing which seems to be able to propel itself according to my thoughts
the road has a lot more steep gut-dropping hills on it than I remember...pretty much every pothole gives me vertigo I turn into the neighborhood. A street light up the hill at the catholic church is brightly shining casting shadows through far fewer trees than I remember there ever being. Driving along a pit bull whose owner has decided to let off the leash for their walk starts chasing me and almost grabbing my foot. damn pit bulls. damn pit bull owners. I try to accelerate to get away from it but this double cycle thing can't go that fast up a hill. as I pass my grandparents house at the crest of the hill I get away from it and find myself going too fast to keep it within the lines, fortunately the sidewalk and driveways conveniently line up with how I have to take the turns, all the while the potholes(?) are still causing intermittent vertigo the neighbors are at the foot of the hill that my driveway goes up, complaining about a massive set of power lines that now terminates there... this thing looks like some part of the LHC with a couple dozen thick wires arranged in a kind of tubular arrangement that come together and go into the ground in the corner of my front yard. I have to duck under the wires to go up my driveway and I'm glad that engineering has made things safe enough that if I were to touch it I'd still be safe Can't go all the way up the driveway because there's some new structure in the way... my two older kids come out the front door to simultaneously greet me and continue the fight they were having inside and I'm home sort of
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