We had those creepy dolls here in the eighties....yes, the nightmares continue (when the heck are they going to make a horror flick about them, they are way scarier than Chucky). Thanks for bringing up horrid buried memories. I'm off to revive my shrink from the dead now, and how any Cabbage Patch Doll deserves gravitas is beyond my comprehension.
I had another dream, coincidentally, that a true visionary would rise up to lead America. I expressed it here:
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=32192&highlight=
The Cabbage Patch Dolls have been laughed off, as being 'light' and as only scaring shellshocked veterans, young girls, and Geoff Bush.
However, Baby Wee Wee II: Death by Incontinence is headed your way as we speak.
I dreamed I was working for Saturn (the car company, not the Roman god) and I was responsible for fixing up older seats in used vehicles. But the seats all turned out to be regular chairs with legs and everything, not your standard bucket-type automobile seats. One was particularly striking, it had three horizontal stripes. From top to bottom there was a wide teal stripe, then a much narrower (maybe 1/5 the size of the teal stripe) lime green stripe, then another wide stripe (same width as the teal one) which was tomato red in color.
I had black duct tape or maybe it was electrical tape and I was fixing a navy blue chair. The repair job was good but the combination of black and navy blue was not aesthetically pleasing.
Anyway, that was it.
dròm_et_rêve wrote:The Cabbage Patch Dolls have been laughed off, as being 'light' and as only scaring shellshocked veterans, young girls, and Geoff Bush.
However, Baby Wee Wee II: Death by Incontinence is headed your way as we speak.
Not Baby Wee Wee II...I had better warn my veteran friends. "Hey Sam!"
"What do you want, my shunt is being drained."
"Baby Wee Wee is coming back!"
"Noooooooooooooo!"
Wow, that dream was weird, Jes. I wonder what it could mean; the whole thing seems like a quick fix to a long problem-- the working in a car plant, and fixing things up with tape instead of remaking them.
I dunno. I felt very neutral about it, both during the dream and when I woke up. Like, yeah, this is what I do, that's cool, whatever. The only thing that was really vivid or important one way or the other was the color pattern in that one chair. Everything else was a lot of sameness. I had a job like that once, long ago, I counted, sorted, validated and alphabetized proxy voting cards for a shareholders' fight. The cards were buff and orange punch cards and there were at least a million of them. I used to head over to a department store's swimsuit section every evening when I was done with work. Not to buy anything, just to be able to see colors. I haven't thought of that job in years.
so part of the dream went like this:
somehow, i was playing a video game. but this was no ordinary video game. this was true virtual reality. it seemed perfectly real, but at the time i knew it was a video game. although i was in someone else's body....playing this game.
i was part of a group of maybe 7 guys. we were being attacked by another group of maybe 5-6 young asian women. they were attacking us with these little bamboo sticks. constantly swirling them and attempting to strike us.
so, i'm thinking, wow, is this it? we're gonna kick their butts!! so...i'm fighting and doing pretty good. all of a sudden these asian women pull their bamboo sticks apart into two pieces. each piece had 3 razor sharp blades protruding from the end. it soon became apparent that they were aiming only for a neck shot.
i saw a fellow team mate get jabbed in the neck. he died as blood poured from him. things were getting serious. then, they got me. i felt the blades go in my neck, and could feel warm blood spurting out. it took about 5 seconds for me to die.
since this was a game.....i was 'ressurected' into another member of our crew to continue fighting. by now we had 'taken out' almost all of the young asian women.
i got jabbed again. in the neck of course. i went down. i was bleeding. death was slow, in fact it wasn't happening, i was just laying there bleeding, unable to move....the last of the opponents were destroyed. one of my friends knelt down to check on me.
he said, "guys, he's still alive"!! just then, one of the asian women still had a little strength left and reached over to finish me off....i felt all of this as if it happened. it was ......pretty damn frightening.....
i felt myself die again....immediately, i was ressurected again to another member of our crew...only to begin yelling at the others letting them know how horrible all this was and it was somehow their fault.
the rest just involves bars and women......
maybe it was cuz i watched goodfellas last night....i dunno.....but it was quite an interesting dream....
Interesting...so Abu, who was Joe Pesci in your dream?
i must admit joe has never been in any of my dreams....thank goodness....
i definitely prefer young asian women!
And just what is it about A.W that floats your sampan?
well....i'm not just stuck on A.W....
but, maybe it's their petiteness...and delicateness...
many also seem to be really submisive!!
Hmm... considering your tastes, I can see why you're a Republican...
I had a stupid dream, about blowing lightbulbs. They were lightbulbs in my awful mother's house, and I had to get on this tram so that she wouldn't literally kill me with a baseball bat.
I'll tell you my dreams when I wake up, right now I'm still sleep walking (typing).
Do! I have missed your dreams!
She left a yellow rose and a long neck bottle
On a table beside my bed
With a short little note that said I had a good time
It was written in lipstick red
She didn't sign her name I wonder
If that a little secret that she keeps
Ooo... she's walkin' around in my sleep
Dream walkin', pillow talkin'
She's callin' my name again
Day's breakin' I ain't wakin' up, I'm sleepin' in
I'm on a roll now, I gotta know how this dream ends
She took my new sunglasses and my old jean jacket
And she never even bothered to ask
You could say I haven't seen her since late last summer
But every night she comes back
Just like smoke through the keyhole
She slips in so silently
Ooo... she's walkin' around in my sleep
Ooo... there's a thin line between dreams and memories
I'll be losin' my mind 'till she comes back to me
Is this one of your songs, Pan?
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