Questions
Correspondent:: "iDRMRSR"
Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 18:30:11 -0500

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I've spent more than 50% of my retirement period sleeping. That adds up to
a lot of time to dream.

But in dreams, so much of the physical rules of the world, not to mention
social and moral ones, are typically violated. It got me to thinking about
some specifics.

For one thing, you can't actually go to the bathroom in a dream. You might
be able to fly, but you better not try to piss. That is, unless you are an
old fart like me and used to the sort of problems this causes while dozing.

Actually, it surprises me that there does seem to be kind of a dream
morality in place. You can violate so many rules, but there are still some
actions you cannot take, or DO not take in a dream. For instance, you are
generally clothed and around people wearing clothing, except for the usual
naked in the airport dreams. Also, there do seem to be clocks in dreamland
(horrors!) because you can have dreams that you are very late or out at 3 AM
bopping around, and your dream self knows this and wants you to go to bed.

But here's the big question. Everything in your dream is produced inside
the head. You sleep, hopefully, with both eyes closed.

Do you blink in dreams? And if you did, why, and would everything in the
dream world go black for an eyeblink?

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Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 18:11:37 -0800

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On Thu, 13 Jan 2005 18:30:11 -0500, "iDRMRSR"
wrote:

>I've spent more than 50% of my retirement period sleeping. That adds up to
>a lot of time to dream.
>
>But in dreams, so much of the physical rules of the world, not to mention
>social and moral ones, are typically violated. It got me to thinking about
>some specifics.
>
>For one thing, you can't actually go to the bathroom in a dream. You might
>be able to fly, but you better not try to piss. That is, unless you are an
>old fart like me and used to the sort of problems this causes while dozing.
>
>Actually, it surprises me that there does seem to be kind of a dream
>morality in place. You can violate so many rules, but there are still some
>actions you cannot take, or DO not take in a dream. For instance, you are
>generally clothed and around people wearing clothing, except for the usual
>naked in the airport dreams. Also, there do seem to be clocks in dreamland
>(horrors!) because you can have dreams that you are very late or out at 3 AM
>bopping around, and your dream self knows this and wants you to go to bed.
>
>But here's the big question. Everything in your dream is produced inside
>the head. You sleep, hopefully, with both eyes closed.
>
>Do you blink in dreams? And if you did, why, and would everything in the
>dream world go black for an eyeblink?

I used to play this kind of game where I would try to live out my
dream as closely as possible in the waking world. Like if I dreamed
of going to an aquarium, the next day I would go to an aquarium as
much like the one I dreamed as possible. I would try to follow the
dream as closely as possible, barring stuff like the "suddenly finding
yourself naked" kind of stuff, which leads to problems in the waking
world.

The more I did it, the more the waking part would feed back into later
dreams, which would then feed back into waking life etc., until the
line between the two started to get kinda blurry. The dreams started
getting more and more realistic ... and the waking world started
getting more and more dreamlike.

I would start getting these weird flashes of dream logic/presence
while I was awake and of lucid dreaming while I was asleep. I started
to see the waking world a little different. A weird resonance, as if
you suddenly realized you were in a play or a TV show.


well you have time for stuff like that now, anyway. It beats
shuffleboard or whatever you people are supposed to be doing.



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Correspondent:: "fenian d'illudium q-36, Rlari."
Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 22:13:37 -0500

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Dreams are funscaryweird. I have a semi regular thing where I'm under
crystal clear tropical water, breathing better than I've ever breathed, and
just loving it. I'm just under the water, all properties of being are
exactly as they should be, and I'm watching fish and people. I always wake
up with a boner when I have this one.




Correspondent:: Artemia Salina
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 01:32:39 -0500

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On Thu, 13 Jan 2005 18:11:37 -0800, Zapanaz wrote:


> I used to play this kind of game where I would try to live out my
> dream as closely as possible in the waking world.

> The more I did it, the more the waking part would feed back into later
> dreams, which would then feed back into waking life etc.,

This is exactly the kind of thing that REALLY pisses my subconscious
off. After I had done that for a few weeks my subconscious got so
annoyed with me that it started making me make really pathetic
Freudian slips, caused me to become hysterically hyper-flatulent, and
I constantly had attacks of obsessive hand-washing.

I finally had to formally apologize to my subconscious and promise
never to fuck around with it like that again.

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Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2005 22:49:32 -0800

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On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 01:32:39 -0500, Artemia Salina
wrote:

>On Thu, 13 Jan 2005 18:11:37 -0800, Zapanaz wrote:
>
>
>> I used to play this kind of game where I would try to live out my
>> dream as closely as possible in the waking world.
>
>> The more I did it, the more the waking part would feed back into later
>> dreams, which would then feed back into waking life etc.,
>
>This is exactly the kind of thing that REALLY pisses my subconscious
>off. After I had done that for a few weeks my subconscious got so
>annoyed with me that it started making me make really pathetic
>Freudian slips, caused me to become hysterically hyper-flatulent, and
>I constantly had attacks of obsessive hand-washing.
>
>I finally had to formally apologize to my subconscious and promise
>never to fuck around with it like that again.

it's just mad because it could never find the elevator.


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Correspondent:: "angelicusrex"
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 00:01:55 -0700

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I've been having wild ass dreams for forty five years and writing them down.
I've flown, who hasn't? But I've shit, pissed, made love to movie stars,
orgasmed. When I awake my sheets aren't covered in urine or feces or come.
I've had tea with the Pope and been a regular on Saturday Night Live. I've
sung with the Beatles, murdered men, raped women, raped men, murdered women,
found the bodies of murdered children and wept, woke up with night sweats,
heart palpitations and stark raving fear. I've run marathons in my sleep.
I've killed Zombies, been killed, been hit by cars, run over, had my back
broken, puked, blinked, cried, drowned, swam to Mexico from L.A. fought off
Wallachian raiders, been dismembered by wild animals, walked with golden
tigers, found treasures of emeralds, paddled the Amazon, been through
several nuclear wars, tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, seen the
sky on fire, seen aliens, ufos and monsters of every description...even
befriending Cthulhu himself! I've ridden whales, horses, sharks and
dolphins, A lot of my art and writing comes from dreams. But I know this.You
can do ANYTHING you do in real life and WAY MORE in dreams. To me, dreams
are like home. I have to go there every night to get rebooted. Because
regular life generally sucks the high hard one.

Archimandrite Pudlevitcz





Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 00:46:25 -0800

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On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 00:01:55 -0700, "angelicusrex"
wrote:

>I've been having wild ass dreams for forty five years and writing them down.
>I've flown, who hasn't? But I've shit, pissed, made love to movie stars,
>orgasmed. When I awake my sheets aren't covered in urine or feces or come.
>I've had tea with the Pope and been a regular on Saturday Night Live. I've
>sung with the Beatles, murdered men, raped women, raped men, murdered women,
>found the bodies of murdered children and wept, woke up with night sweats,
>heart palpitations and stark raving fear. I've run marathons in my sleep.
>I've killed Zombies, been killed, been hit by cars, run over, had my back
>broken, puked, blinked, cried, drowned, swam to Mexico from L.A. fought off
>Wallachian raiders, been dismembered by wild animals, walked with golden
>tigers, found treasures of emeralds, paddled the Amazon, been through
>several nuclear wars, tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, seen the
>sky on fire, seen aliens, ufos and monsters of every description...even
>befriending Cthulhu himself! I've ridden whales, horses, sharks and
>dolphins, A lot of my art and writing comes from dreams. But I know this.You
>can do ANYTHING you do in real life and WAY MORE in dreams. To me, dreams
>are like home. I have to go there every night to get rebooted. Because
>regular life generally sucks the high hard one.
>
>Archimandrite Pudlevitcz
>
>

Come to think of it, I've urinated in dreams too, and never had a
problem. But I'm always afraid to urinate in a dream because
somewhere deep down subconsciously I think I know I am in bed.

I remember one dream where I desperately had to piss and couldn't find
any place to do it. Finally, I am walking around this kind of office
complex and it is mostly empty, so I decide to let loose in an empty
garbage can. It is one of those dream pisses that goes on forever,
gallons and gallons and gallons and it just keeps coming.

Meanwhile the secretary whose desk the garbage can belongs to comes
back and starts working. There's no way I can stop in mid-piss.

So I play it cool. I strike up a conversation with her while I am
pissing blooble blooble blooble into her garbage can. I think she
likes me.


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Correspondent:: "iDRMRSR"
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 14:29:55 -0500

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>>I remember one dream where I desperately had to piss and couldn't find
any place to do it. Finally, I am walking around this kind of office
complex and it is mostly empty, so I decide to let loose in an empty
garbage can.

This must be a pretty common dreamtheme. I've peed in wastebaskets, flower
pots, and my favorite, desk drawers. I just have to go so bad, I pull out a
desk drawer and have a king sized whiz, and then slide it back in. Piss is
flowing out of all the joints in the desk.

Sometimes it's the top desk drawer where you keep the pencils and stuff.
Pencils float away, paper clips rust, that kind of thing. I usually feel
guilty after because, while in the dream I get away with my secret whiz, I
worry about the smell that would later develop. But then, for some reason,
I feel better because I realize somehow that "everybody pisses in their desk
drawer at some time or another".

Last night I musta hadda pee REAL bad, only I was very fortunate to have
found an actual dream urinal. I had fallen asleep watching Apocalypse now,
so in the dream I was naked but I had on this big Army rain poncho like
Martin Sheen. The senior vice president of the place I worked at was at the
next urinal when I let loose like a fire hose.

I kind of lost control of my peepee and sent a huge torrent of pee straight
up towards the ceiling. In the dream I could feel the warm pee hit my face
and shoulders, but I was in this Army poncho, so, once again, all I worried
about was the smell that might later develop.

Too bad for the Senior VP.

BTW, I woke up shortly after, and thank Bob, I actually did not piss myself.
But it did get me to thinking what could have gone on in my sleep chamber to
cause me the sensation of squirting hot pee in my face and then later having
the golden shower plop on my shoulders and make them all warm.

But then again, this condo IS haunted...

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Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 12:16:56 -0800

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On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 14:29:55 -0500, "iDRMRSR"
wrote:

>everybody pisses in their desk drawer at some time or another

sig


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everybody pisses in their desk drawer at some time or another



Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 03:49:37 GMT

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In article ,
Zapanaz wrote:
> On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 14:29:55 -0500, "iDRMRSR"
> wrote:
>
> >everybody pisses in their desk drawer at some time or another
>
> sig

In addition, emergency defecation in wastebaskets is not unheard of.
Extra points if you can use the BOSS's right after they have been
emptied. Just throw some fast food wrappers over it and look innocent.

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If nothing is serious anymore,
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Correspondent:: Zapanaz
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 12:17:30 -0800

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On Fri, 14 Jan 2005 14:29:55 -0500, "iDRMRSR"
wrote:

>BTW, I woke up shortly after, and thank Bob, I actually did not piss myself.
>But it did get me to thinking what could have gone on in my sleep chamber to
>cause me the sensation of squirting hot pee in my face and then later having
>the golden shower plop on my shoulders and make them all warm.

If nothing else you've invented a new perversion; AUTO-golden
showers.

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everybody pisses in their desk drawer at some time or another



Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 09:37:01 GMT

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"angelicusrex" wrote:
>I've been having wild ass dreams for forty five years and writing them down.
>I've flown, who hasn't? But I've shit, pissed, made love to movie stars,
>orgasmed. When I awake my sheets aren't covered in urine or feces or come.
>I've had tea with the Pope and been a regular on Saturday Night Live. I've
>sung with the Beatles, murdered men, raped women, raped men, murdered women,
>found the bodies of murdered children and wept, woke up with night sweats,
>heart palpitations and stark raving fear. I've run marathons in my sleep.
>I've killed Zombies, been killed, been hit by cars, run over, had my back
>broken, puked, blinked, cried, drowned, swam to Mexico from L.A. fought off
>Wallachian raiders, been dismembered by wild animals, walked with golden
>tigers, found treasures of emeralds, paddled the Amazon, been through
>several nuclear wars, tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, seen the
>sky on fire, seen aliens, ufos and monsters of every description...even
>befriending Cthulhu himself! I've ridden whales, horses, sharks and
>dolphins, A lot of my art and writing comes from dreams. But I know this.You
>can do ANYTHING you do in real life and WAY MORE in dreams. To me, dreams
>are like home. I have to go there every night to get rebooted. Because
>regular life generally sucks the high hard one.
>
>Archimandrite Pudlevitcz
>
>
>

Huh! Pad that out a little and it's the kind of book I'd read!