I’m thinking the idea would make a good satirical dark comedy short.
The first half the the film has the tone of Ferris Bueller, then out of nowhere the FBI comes and arrests him, and the second half of the film has the tone of Brazil.
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I’m thinking the idea would make a good satirical dark comedy short.
The first half the the film has the tone of Ferris Bueller, then out of nowhere the FBI comes and arrests him, and the second half of the film has the tone of Brazil.
I dreamed about an old ex, I'll just say wonderful stuff. But then doors started closing, first the door in the room I was in, then the doors in the hall, the front door, doors at work... No banging or anything loud, and I didn't seem annoyed, but obviously I was being locked out of something. Not a great start to the day.
I had a bad night. Acid reflux and throwing up, but during the moments that I did sleep, it got weird.
Being in Paris, in the near future, in a discount store, looking for gifts. My children were there, but younger,
There was some thing about having to change hotels because where were staying didn’t have a car park.
There was a bit where we were at a friends wedding, but neither of them turned up. I passed the time trying to read a news paper, in French.
Being in Paris, in the near future, in a discount store, looking for gifts. My children were there, but younger,
There was some thing about having to change hotels because where were staying didn’t have a car park.
There was a bit where we were at a friends wedding, but neither of them turned up. I passed the time trying to read a news paper, in French.
I finally had a dream that I remember after I woke up. Unfortunately it was boring. I was trying to fix my old lawn mower and every time I fixed something , another part would fall off.
Last nights dream. I bought an old bus that needed a lot work, but I wanted to restore it to its former Yorkshire glory.
After that, I went shopping, but I was confused about what I wanted and where in the shop it was. I was also told I was paying over the odds for steak by a member of staff. As time wore on, I realised that I’d been in the shop for an absolute age and had left the kids unattended, and that the wife was spending too much free time with a male colleague.
After that, I went shopping, but I was confused about what I wanted and where in the shop it was. I was also told I was paying over the odds for steak by a member of staff. As time wore on, I realised that I’d been in the shop for an absolute age and had left the kids unattended, and that the wife was spending too much free time with a male colleague.
I don’t remember that much about my dream but I remember I had multiple personalities, one of whom was in control in the day and was a normal kind person and one of whom was in control at night and was an aggressive alpha male.
Also I think I was on vacation and realizing I didn’t pack enough sweaters.
Also I think I was on vacation and realizing I didn’t pack enough sweaters.
I went to the hospital to visit my mother. The receptionist was unable to tell me which room she was in so I decided to head up to the second floor because I was pretty sure her room was there. I found her in a different room than the one I remembered and she refused to go back to her room. Just then I saw my aunt (mom's sister) and her family walking by the room so I called out to them that mom was in THIS room. Never once in this dream did I remember that most of those people were long dead.
Stressful dream for me. Being shot at, falling in a river. Bring tracked down by someone that wanted to kill me, but didn’t have time, so told me not to go far as they would do it later. They also warned me to not go in to town as some other guy was looking to kill me too, and he explained all of this while setting me up as a bad guy so that yet another chap would want to kill me. He did i this with the help of a naked blonde middle aged woman.
My only wrong doing in the dream seemed to have been being responsible for a bad hair cut that an ex girlfriend had after breaking up with me.
Horrible dream, though perhaps worth it for the random incongruous full frontal.
My only wrong doing in the dream seemed to have been being responsible for a bad hair cut that an ex girlfriend had after breaking up with me.
Horrible dream, though perhaps worth it for the random incongruous full frontal.
Always look for the silver lining.
One of my recurring dreams is about being in downtown Oakland, CA, where my place of employment is located. Sometimes I see a variety of buildings that are not quite the same as the ones in real life. There are different venues like cafes and restaurants that I've never seen before; even the street layout and building sequences are different.
Last night, I was with a group of people I didn't know, and like other dreams in this setting, we were trying to find a way to get to downtown. The bus dropped us off at an unknown location, so a young woman decided to lead the way by walking in the street.
I found myself looking in the mirror, after I had been exposed to exotic party lights, which left these weird impressions on my face. My face now looked blue with map-like patterns and blotches with different shades of blue. But I wasn't bothered by my appearance. I thought I actually looked pretty cool.
I must be spending too much time on Snapchat.
Last night, I was with a group of people I didn't know, and like other dreams in this setting, we were trying to find a way to get to downtown. The bus dropped us off at an unknown location, so a young woman decided to lead the way by walking in the street.
I found myself looking in the mirror, after I had been exposed to exotic party lights, which left these weird impressions on my face. My face now looked blue with map-like patterns and blotches with different shades of blue. But I wasn't bothered by my appearance. I thought I actually looked pretty cool.
I must be spending too much time on Snapchat.
I found myself in formal attire, standing up in an aisle in the middle of an auditorium full of people. I realized I was at my own wedding, but I wondered how I ended up there. I looked toward the very back of the place to try to spot my bride. She had a tan complexion and dark hair in an updo, and was holding a bouquet of flowers. The bridesmaids were helping smooth some wrinkles out of her dress. She seemed vaguely familiar. She didn't seem to notice me, but I figured we must know each other and get along pretty well if we're here, so we may as well continue with the ceremony.
What proceeded was more like a dress rehearsal, figuring out timing, placement of stuff, etc., except that the seats were all filled with people looking at us expectantly. My bride looked bored the whole time, and she barely acknowledged my presence. It didn't help that I had to run back to use the bathroom more than once during the entire proceeding. The bathroom had antique fixtures, and the quietness was a welcome respite from the crowded auditorium.
The wedding ceremony never did finish, because I had to go back to use the facilities yet again, and after urinating for an excruciatingly long, drawn-out period of time, I woke up before I had a chance to go out to the auditorium again.
Kor
What proceeded was more like a dress rehearsal, figuring out timing, placement of stuff, etc., except that the seats were all filled with people looking at us expectantly. My bride looked bored the whole time, and she barely acknowledged my presence. It didn't help that I had to run back to use the bathroom more than once during the entire proceeding. The bathroom had antique fixtures, and the quietness was a welcome respite from the crowded auditorium.
The wedding ceremony never did finish, because I had to go back to use the facilities yet again, and after urinating for an excruciatingly long, drawn-out period of time, I woke up before I had a chance to go out to the auditorium again.
Kor
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I live next to a railway. It’s a branch line with only occasional traffic, but I have a recurring dream about a train crash. The details change, but it’s always the same place.
Last nights dream, a passing train had broken couplings and one of the oil tank wagons derailed and rolled on to the street.
Last nights dream, a passing train had broken couplings and one of the oil tank wagons derailed and rolled on to the street.
Your bed was dry in the morning I hope.I found myself in formal attire, standing up in an aisle in the middle of an auditorium full of people. I realized I was at my own wedding, but I wondered how I ended up there. I looked toward the very back of the place to try to spot my bride. She had a tan complexion and dark hair in an updo, and was holding a bouquet of flowers. The bridesmaids were helping smooth some wrinkles out of her dress. She seemed vaguely familiar. She didn't seem to notice me, but I figured we must know each other and get along pretty well if we're here, so we may as well continue with the ceremony.
What proceeded was more like a dress rehearsal, figuring out timing, placement of stuff, etc., except that the seats were all filled with people looking at us expectantly. My bride looked bored the whole time, and she barely acknowledged my presence. It didn't help that I had to run back to use the bathroom more than once during the entire proceeding. The bathroom had antique fixtures, and the quietness was a welcome respite from the crowded auditorium.
The wedding ceremony never did finish, because I had to go back to use the facilities yet again, and after urinating for an excruciatingly long, drawn-out period of time, I woke up before I had a chance to go out to the auditorium again.
Kor
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I wasn't sleeping well at all last night but I actually remembered a dream. I've had it at least once before. I was walking downtown and I started hearing some really loud noise. A building that has an ornate tower was falling apart. I was just frozen in place a few hundred feet away as the tower came down on the people on the sidewalk and all the traffic on the four lane street. Didn't like that one.
For some reason, my wife, out of nowhere, planted a kiss on the cheek of one of her friend’s twenty year old sons, after bumping in to them in the supermarket.
I told her I wasn’t very happy but she dismissed my concern as she offered this guy a lift home in our car.
The walk back to the car was long and arduous. We’d forgotten where we parked and the streets were very steep, leaving us all very tired. When we eventually found the car, the wife offered one of the kids her seat in the front so that she could sit in the back, with our passenger, and “snooze”.
This just made me more mad, but I still said nothing. We all got in the car and I began driving. Again, I had no idea where I was going and we fruitlessly drove the nameless blocks until I’d had enough. I stopped the car and asked the young man to get out.
He politely complied, thanked me for the ride, and handed me a small figure, that he had just sculpted from terracotta clay (my chosen would be medium but I’m not any good at), of a perfectly formed pregnant woman.
What would Siggy say about that I wonder.
I told her I wasn’t very happy but she dismissed my concern as she offered this guy a lift home in our car.
The walk back to the car was long and arduous. We’d forgotten where we parked and the streets were very steep, leaving us all very tired. When we eventually found the car, the wife offered one of the kids her seat in the front so that she could sit in the back, with our passenger, and “snooze”.
This just made me more mad, but I still said nothing. We all got in the car and I began driving. Again, I had no idea where I was going and we fruitlessly drove the nameless blocks until I’d had enough. I stopped the car and asked the young man to get out.
He politely complied, thanked me for the ride, and handed me a small figure, that he had just sculpted from terracotta clay (my chosen would be medium but I’m not any good at), of a perfectly formed pregnant woman.
What would Siggy say about that I wonder.
He would probably say "Very interesting" .
I do wonder, if I did actually take therapy from Siggy, would I listen to him, take his advice? Would I tell how discredited he is and suggest he speaks to some real people before founding a new branch of science, or, more likely, would I just sit and nod politely.He would probably say "Very interesting" .