By Doug “Uncola” Lynn via TheBurningPlatform.com
A few months ago I had this dream. I’m driving alone at highway speed on a causeway over a large body of water. The road was just a few feet higher than the rippling waves. Suddenly, I noticed a black mini-van about fifty yards to my left, bobbing on the water’s surface. The hood and front wheels were submerged and its tail-end began to rise as the vehicle sank in a manner similar to the scene from Titanic – it was going down bow first.
As I was processing what I saw to my left, the next thing I knew I was in the water myself. The road was gone and I was sinking. My first thought was: “Shit! I lost my rig”. Next, I thought it must have been some sort of catastrophic event. Tsunami? Meteor? Earthquake? And my final considerations had to do with exiting the vehicle before I drowned. I recalled once reading survival procedures for that exact situation. Stay cool. Release my seat-belt. Make sure the driver’s door is unlocked. The electric windows will still power down for a time even under the water – and they must be lowered first so the vehicle’s interior can be filled. This will equalize the pressure so the door can be opened in order to escape and swim to the surface.
So that’s exactly what I set out to do. But as the water was violently entering the vehicle, I realized it would take some time to fill and by then I would be on or near the bottom. I was sinking fast. And that’s when I woke up.
My heart was pounding and I was sweating. It seemed so real; like a premonition. In any case, the dream made enough of an impression that I told a few people about it later in the day. Honestly, it haunts me still.
Then, a few weeks later, my wife and I were taking an evening walk after supper when she told me about her dream the night before. It was very similar to mine but we were together in the rig, with me driving, and we drove off a bridge and into a river instead. As she described the nightmare, her eyes watered and I could see she was as profoundly disturbed at its realism as I was with my own dream.
Now imagine my angst when I realized that for a June trip we had scheduled back in January, I would have to pick up my oldest kid who, at that time, would be in a location where I would be forced to drive a rented car across a causeway over a large body of water on four separate occasions – two of them with my entire family, once with just my oldest kid, and once by myself.
Upon that discovery, and given the emotional impact of the dreams described heretofore, I almost cancelled the whole deal.
I didn’t, though, and we survived. But I will tell you this: Our first trek across that causeway occurred at night in a blinding rain and on the last jaunt, alone, I was shaken to my core at how similar everything matched to my dream: The shade of the water, the sky’s tint, and the whitish-gray concrete side-rails. I saw it all months before – of an area where I’ve never been.
So, what did it mean? In retrospect, the only thing I can think of is this: In nearly all cases, what we fear never happens. Or, at least, it never happens in the exact way we feared it might. Even in a metaphysical universe, where every occurrence sets off an infinite number of variations on separate timelines, the ones where I drove off that causeway were certainly outnumbered by the arcs where nothing bad occurred.
Were there other lessons to be learned? Perhaps. Either way, I did make some more observations.
As I’ve told my offspring when they were younger, vacations are like life, but condensed: There are highs and lows, pleasant surprises and disappointments, changed plans, and dead ends.
But on this latest trip, I realized that vacations are also like dying. First, there are preparations and goodbyes (packing and leaving) paired to institutional hassles, probing, and pain (TSA security). Then we experience a passage through the clouds (flight) before meeting our “previously-launched” loved ones at the edge of a great expanse; or ocean, or abyss, if you will.
And speaking of the ocean, swimming at sunset can be truly a spiritual experience. The tide measures time in waves and even the people appearing on the beach somewhat resemble cinematic presentations of the afterlife – where obscure stick-figures emerge from the ether and come into focus as they stand before the presence of a great light.
One wonders if those observations might be premonitions as well. Mere shadows of things to come. It’s a nice thought.
In the interim, however, I considered some other fears that never fully manifested upon this timeline: While we were gone, mines exploded in the Strait of Hormuz and tensions increased with Iran. There was talk of false flags, war, and rumors of war. A Russian warship docked in Havana. Russia also has the RS-28 Sarmat superheavy thermonuclear intercontinental ballistic missile. NATO calls it “Satan 2” because it replaced the R-36M SS-18 Satan. The damn thing flies at Mach 20+ (16,000 mph) and with a range of near 7,000 miles. Putin claims it can’t be intercepted.
Additionally, Russia possesses the Poseidon, a nuclear-tipped torpedo. It’s basically a remote-controlled nuclear powered drone that can travel great distances under the ocean and be detonated just off the U.S. coasts. This would, in turn, create tsunamis which would level the port-cities and military installations located upon America’s shores.
Moreover, our nation’s southern border is wide open currently and Iran could smuggle in Russian suitcase nukes which could possibly trigger fault lines causing earthquakes that could, in turn, create tsunamis as well.
Any number of these events would have swept me right off that causeway and, believe me, I was thinking about them every time I traversed those depths. Indeed, I felt vulnerable and far from home. And even at home we had a sick relative whose death might have canceled our plans – either before or during our time away.
But, alas, none of those fears came to fruition.
How much time do we spend fretting over things we can’t control? How many of those things never come to pass?
In closing, I’ll share just two more final observations from my travels and they are these: Many, if not most, Americans are fat and they act as if they are somehow entitled. I wonder if they’ll ever realize how good we’ve had it over the past several decades.
I fear they will soon.
Funny this gets posted today.
Wife and I are going on an excursion.
Why?
Because we can..
Might post pics later today and after return.
This is view I have from home right now..
Not too shabby, eh!
Been thinking much lately about fear.
How it is destructive and debilitating.
There are many things to fear.
One of the most egregious is being offended.
Progressive, Post Modern culture subscribes to insulating people from dangerous ideas.
Makes this internet campfire such wonderful thing…
And probably the main reason I came to TBP in first place.
Most definitely why I have persisted in staying.
It builds resilience so that trips can be enjoyed.
May Odin bless your journey as He has blessed my trek. My therapist suggested to my dear husband that I either half-crazy or half-nuts, but it was unlikely I was both.
We are full steam ahead for the Alaska trip. After that? I expect a whole pack of batshit crazy Vietnam Vets to do what they do. After the Wall, perhaps a trip to see you will be in order. Do you know about the Pedagogy of the Oppressed? Isn’t that a Friere concept? Wasn’t he a Canook?
http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon2/pedagogy/pedagogychapter1.html
Funny you ask. I am reading the book now.
Is a difficult concept, I think it covers a lot of misinterpretations and jumps into confusion.
@ RiNS – your photo reminds of a passing thought I have sometimes: With such a nice view here, why leave? 🙂
Because you can check out any time you like, but you can never really leave, can you?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYkL5igsG4k
https://youtu.be/TRRXg1yhsEk
Well, someone had to do it…
I knew someone would. Glad it was you
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There is nothing to fear, but fear itself… Said the King who outlawed gold ownership for the US public. Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, says the Bible. The wise man takes his counsel from his creator, who sends warnings and messages in many forms, particularly dreams, as he did to his prophets in the past. The future will be hard, yet rewarding. It will be Euphoric and tragic, but the die has been cast. “There will be wars and rumors of wars…” yet this trial and many others, will be shortened so that some of us will survive. Will you and yours be among thw survivors? Prepare yourself and “gird your loins”….you’re going to need it.
brined now marinating the loins to grill later today
Can’t watch that now without thinking about how Robin Williams died.
I would give you a vimeo link of me playing this song, but we both know that would get the crazy loons around here howling.
Just imagine me playing this in my music laundritorium with a raccoon pelt gazing at me lovingly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPuhQUNc3i8
Mygirl…I like the other version…”Don’t Worry,Life’s Crappy” .
Smoked would be better.
Interesting. A year ago I had a somewhat similar dream. The vehicle I was driving blew through the bridge guardrail and was descending for the river below. Son of a bitch, so this is how I die. I then awoke. The scene was so real and nothing like it had ever happened to me before. The dream stayed with me for several weeks and this writing brought it back . I have no opinion as to why and no reason to think it has a deeper meaning.
I suppose drowning is a common dream theme, like flying. Just for fun, I looked up “drowning” on some dream interpretation sites and actually found “drowning in a car”
So maybe I was disturbed about the “flood” of illegal immigrants, or lawlessness (i.e. breaching the “guardrails”), or numerous other overwhelming contingencies of which I may fail to overcome.
In any event, it does seem like someone has opened the allegorical spigot all the way. It’s raining insanity like never before. UFO’s, Climate Change, et al. And virtually everything we see or read is a lie of Orwellian proportions. Below is an example of how our “smartphones” are telling us what to believe. It’s programming pure and simple. In a way, it is like drowning
I attended a meeting of young wanna-be poets who called themselves the “Back Door Poets” and they always met in the back room of a tavern in Pensacola.
One of the young men wrote and performed a poem about the day he almost drowned at the local swimming pool, surrounded by laughter and playing, he struggled to reach the surface where he saw all the people playing in the water just out of his reach.
Anyway… it was very well done, with a second by second struggle to get to the surface of that pool.
And then, finally, when he reaches the surface and gasps air into lungs and looks around, he realizes that he almost drowned and NO ONE NOTICED. No one at all.
I remember how he paused, looking around the room. He almost died and no one noticed.
I thought it was well done. I gave him a standing ovation.
Great article Doug! And yes, we’re being programmed. On that subject, here’s a quick review of such things with a rockin’ soundtrack that is probably best viewed later at night just before going to bed….
https://youtu.be/2Pmry3NGrww
I have also felt quite inundated recently. Everything is a veritable “shower” of shit. The dreams may be telling us to seek higher ground.
Sometimes things happen and we tell ourselves “it’s just me” or something similar when we need to urge ourselves forward against the daily tides. Something happened Friday which told me it isn’t just me. As many know, Illinois is literally descending into Hell. Massive tax increases, Sanctuary state, abortion/infanticide (goal to be #1 in abortions nationwide!), gun control, gun confiscation, gambling everywhere and weed for every occasion. Soon to be followed by ..? Anyway, a pundit on FOX was asking in regards to the commieass debates of the Democrats/CPUSA, “who does any of this appeal to outside of maybe San Francisco, or Manhattan or Illinois?”
I realized I wasn’t imagining it anymore and I am in the middle of a fuqueing dystopia surrounded by evil and mentally ill bastards or Luciferians in numbers hard to believe. Having just gotten back from Iowa last week it has all snapped into focus. I will “drown” if I do not get out of this cauldron of evil ASAP.
“Soon to be followed by ..?”
Who knows for certain, but my guess is legalized pedophelia. America is floundering and I fear reality says will soon join the Titanic at the bottom of the Atlantic.
I drown once but luckily the very people who threw me in the pool (I can’t swim and told them that factoid) also pulled me out and gave cpr. For the record, I don’t recommend it. Most intense fear I’ve ever experienced and chlorine stays in the lungs for weeks.
Mary Joe?
You are correct . Americans are fat and most are lazy. They ” think ” they are entitled to the best . When the SHTF comes the Elites will go under ground. They have built little cities where they think they
will survive all the chaos . It’s could be hell on Earth for a while.
Blacks will go batshit crazy and burn down their own neighborhood. Hispanics in some cities will do the same. Whites will hunker down or maybe worse. From my travels I will say …stay away from the cities as they will be death traps.
Uncola ,we all are going to die . Best be prepared for it. I understood this in the operating room when the heart surgeon walk in and explained to me my situation. Basically he said “you probably won’t die but It has happened before.” I woke up hours later on some kind of breathing machine.I realized God has given me more time. I think you will be ok .
I figure either God’s toughening me up with all this surgery and recovery or He is a terrible aim.
Either way, I’m stronger than I was before.
All things are possible.
Fucking hilarious to be lectured on “fat and lazy and entitled” by a guy that won’t pay for his own medical care.
Eat shit, BB.
About seven years ago, when Poppa Grooch died, my husband was getting ready for sleep after planning his father’s funeral. He took a Ambien prescribed by a doctor, called me and told me what time the funeral home would be open and what to bring from Oklahoma to Ohio.
Then, three hours later, two Oklahoma Sheriff’s deputies knocked on my door and told me my husband had just been taken to the Berea Hospital near the Rocky River. I told the policemen at my door that was impossible. Then, they had me call the hospital.
Nick drove a rental car, while asleep, into a guard rail on the Rocky River and had 18 staples in his head the day of the funeral. My son, aged 18 then, drove me the entire way from Oklahoma to Cleveland. He kept saying “Mom, could you freak out a little more quietly over on your side of the truck? I’m trying to get through rush hour traffic in St. Louis here!”
That night, when I finally got through to Nick at the hospital? He said “I don’t remember leaving the hotel.”
He really did not remember getting out of bed, putting on ONE SHOE, leaving the hotel room and getting into a rental car. He drove about four miles, turning two times through two lights. He barrelled into the guard rail, spun and hit the other guard rail across the four lanes of traffic.
The deductible on the accident was a thousand dollars, I think. It was a bargain.
Ambien.
My husband now takes Requip for his restless leg, but needs a new medicine again. I worry this one is beginning to have the same sort of effect on him.
Any medicine taken for long term loses its effect. It has to. OR it has side effects. Like the Ambien.
We told our doctor and he said “Well, it is one of the listed side effects.”
He’s right. Read the small print on your medications. It can make you drive off a bridge in the middle of the night for no reason.
Just chug a big bottle of red. Problem solved. Good sleep, no drive aways.
Melatonin is far superior to any pharmaceutical sleep aid and it’s natural.
Doug, when I read your latest essay, what immediately came to mind was all of the folks relaying their dreams as if they are a definite prophetic event. I won’t name any names but, I believe, there are too many folks in Christian circles, and otherwise, continuously making claims, almost day in and day out that the sky is falling. For the past 11+ years, I’ve been listening and hearing of the cries of imminent collapse or, coming this spring, or this fall, or this winter, or the next election, or their won’t be another election, etc.
Don’t get me wrong; trouble is ahead — it is coming. Whether it be war, economic collapse or, the coming GSM. All of it is real and it is a matter or when, not if. However, how many of us have plugged into the hype and are missing out on our daily walk?
I always liked this version with Lisa Marie.
That, exactly.
2 Timothy 1:7 KJB… “For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”
Idk about next month or next year, but collapse is definitely occurring. What is most likely is that we simply slide off the cliff so slowly that we don’t notice until one day we notice that we’re in a mess of shit. And it is quite possible that there won’t ever be another election. If these globalist companies succeed in removing all conservative voices from their platforms, how can you really say we have elections?
Nice change of pace!
From your previous musings, the underlying fear of the future of the country seemed to be countered with somehow having the knowledge of President Trumps righteous intent in restoring America’s greatness, that became tempered when the bright shining path became obscured with swamp influences and suddenly we are back in the fear of an uncertain future.
So today you are facing your fear, as you have in driving into impending doom and coming out on the other side victorious, having overcome your premonition of death.
What I take from your words is each of us will face our individual fears, for in the end, each of us will one day take our final breath. How we face this fear determines how we will live our life. The first step is to recognize we are powerless to stop our end, in so doing, we lose the anxiety of trying to undo the inevitable.
Applying this new attitude to how we face our future allows us to appreciate what we have been given, enjoying what we have in the now and complete our time on the earth with a determination to not let our fears limit our life experience.
We all see in our dreams, whether sleeping or awake, our country is being swallowed up in the dark waters of a turbulent and violent end. We, like you, will have to ride out our fears and press forward, for we as yourself, will always know facing our fears was the right course, rather than hiding from them and always wondering what could have been.
@ Not Sure,
Ah, the swamp. Maybe that’s the source of anxiety. Like a Freudian correlation
“We all see in our freams, whether sleeping or awake, our country is being swallowed up in the dark waters of a turbulent and violent end.”
Well said. And along those lines, I have a visual meditation for y’all…. again, best consumed later at night just before bed and dream time
https://youtu.be/aWh47a5QFYc
My father’s philosophy was, “Never worry until you get bad news.” While my mother paced the floor as my older sister stayed out well past midnight, my dad slept soundly. She’d say the next morning, “How can you sleep when our daughter might be dead or raped or injured or kidnapped?” and he’d reply, “She wasn’t, though, was she?”
Until I had kids, I had my dad’s attitude. In first-year university, we were given a bank of tests that included a worry scale. The counselor told me I scored 0 out of 10 on the scale, and that my attitude might lead to improper preparation for not only school work but for life’s vagaries. I told her I didn’t care; she didn’t laugh.
It’s natural to worry about your children, but not so much as to cut off all their fun, independence, and spontaneity, as we see with so many millennial parents. Just enough to protect them from harm–nowadays including acquiring insurance for the imminent downfall of the global economy in the form of silver and gold. Beyond that, “Don’t worry, be happy” strikes me as sage advice.
I think Bob P has the perfect response to this post. My parents allowed me to make my own mistakes. They trusted me. I never took a worry scale test, but I bet I would be at about 0 as well and that’s the right place to be. You don’t worry. You prepare for all eventualities and then you let it go and drive across that causeway because you know you won’t drive into the lake.
I know that I won’t have enough ammo to stop the ravaging hoards should they appear on the horizon. But having some ammo is better than having no ammo. So I have some, and I practice with it, and I sleep soundly because I know that I have a response in mind and a course of action that can protect me. But I also know that the hoards will most likely never come over the horizon.
If you are worried, then that simply means that you are not comfortable with your preparations. If your preparations are adequate, then there is no need to worry.
Hoards rarely ravage. Hordes tend to keep on coming on.
You will find lots of friendly fire, I imagine.
No I suspect not, the sheriff across the street and I will sweep the field as long as we can. You, on the other had, won’t even have your son to watch your back. That is, of course, if you had a son. You know, a real one with a real diploma that you didn’t by off the internet. That kind of son.
The question is actually not whether or not we have enough ammo. Counting .22’s it is easy enough to have one round for every person in your county or your county and the surrounding counties. The question is do you have enough guns to fire all the basement floor contains before the guns overheat and blow up etc? In a raging firefight the hand guards of an AK can catch fire. I was shooting steel plates with an AR recently and after 40-50 rounds in fairly quick succession the hand guard and pistol grip got too hot too handle. I will be changing out those parts for better ones but in a siege or long fight it will be good to be able to rotate and cool your weapons. Also, instead of going out and sighting in and saying OK this one is ready, it might be a good idea to see what you will be holding after two or three mags fired in two minutes. Glad I found out about this one AR because the others don’t get that hot that fast but I would not have known otherwise. Some guns come with really cheap unserviceable accessories such as grips and hand guards or forends.
Exactly. You need to know what 100 rounds does. You need to know that the barrel gets hot. You need to know how many magazines you want to have ready, and have them ready. And you need to know what to do when you want to reach out and touch someone and what to do when you need to get up close and personal. All of that is true.
But let’s face it. The hoards are not likely to come over the horizon. But if they do, and you aren’t ready, then you are probably not going to be pleased with the outcome.
Everybody is high on their high-cap detachable magazines, but leaving them loaded for long periods can damage the spring tension rendering them less reliable. The Magpuls are perhaps the best magazines ever but if left loaded without the snap on cover, they will distort. I saw a guy once with 3-400 of them loaded in a safe without the covers in place. He did not take kindly to being told Magpul says that is a no-no.
Soooo, I also like the old M1 Garand as the enbloc clips can be left loaded forever without deterioration. Things like the SKS and FN 49 have semi-fixed magazines loaded via stripper clips. If I didn’t have multiple mags loaded in an emergency I always have lots of strippers loaded and hundreds of enblocs loaded for the Garands in ammo cans.
I also have every magazine numbered so I can set aside any that have caused problems and will not be taken along for serious social purposes. I do keep loaded magazines, but they go to the range first and are then switched for different ones to be left loaded ’til the next trip.
My son recently did the most outrageous thing ever. He told me he did not need any more of my help and went off to build his own life in Kansas City. He told me if I wanted an electrical engineer to work out my solar energy storage problem, I should HIRE one.
He said he’s a freaking software engineer and he works for big bucks. Not for lunch.
Sigh. Brat.
It is sage advice, indeed, Bob P.
Maggie, I am wondering how this little tale is related to Bob P’s comment. It seems you have, as you stated above, fallen off the wagon again and now even your son is running off. Don’t you understand, this is not about you.
Your SON said this to you? After you paid for his education?
“Brat” doesn’t begin to cover it. You raised a little sociopath.
He’s exactly like his grandfather.
He paid for the first three years with scholarships and money saved while mucking horse stables and bagging groceries at the military commissary for tips.
We held up our end and paid for the last year. Which dragged into three semesters.
He’s a fine young man with a mind of his own.
Chuck Noll, the great VERY underrated coach of the greatest NFL team of all-time, used to say … you only get nervous (worried) when you don’t know what you are doing.
Just want to thank everyone for the awesome commentary thus far – for your perspectives and insights. These are like GPS triangulation – providing clarity, recalibrating True North and getting me back on the right bridge.
Triangulation is an interesting topic. I’ve been out using maps a lot recently, getting my bearings in these hills. It is amazing how easy it is to get lost when the sun never shines and it rains all the time.
And the rivers just rise. I got more flood footage. I’ve NEVER seen the water so high for so many miles in these corn fields.
Nobody says nothing bad about Corn around here.
Yes triangulation is a great topic. Here let me divert the attention to myself by making up something irrelevant. Isn’t the internet magic? You can just sit there all day making shit up and getting a check in the mail.
Hollywood stop it
I notice the donation meter has not moved much. He seems to have stopped a lot around here.
Mostly, he’s managed to stop the delusion about open versus closed minds.
HR does seem to be quite the douchebag.
Yes, and you seemed to be quite immune to her trolling. She has done this for ages. Most of the old morons here are so stupid that they don’t realize that what she is doing is trolling. They don’t even know what that means. She does the same things over and over again and apparently, they think it’s cute. I don’t know, maybe it makes them feel superior. It doesn’t do that for me.
Either you shut this stupid bitch up or you sit there like a stone and watch her troll you into obscurity. Your choice. I chose to call her out. For a while she slid back into her hovel and didn’t bother us. Now she has returned with a vengeance. But she has nothing else to add. She can only troll with the old pictures and the old stories that she has made up. You can believe it if you want. She certainly seems to have no inclination to stop. It’s your choice.
But if you aren’t smart enough to see her for what she is, then you certainly aren’t smart enough to see what is going on around you. This is so overt that it really is amazing that you can’t see it. I suspect that it is very similar to not being able to see obvious gay references because you know no gay people. Maggie is trolling this site. She might well be paid for it. The only alternative, which I see absolutely no proof of, is that she is a crazy old bat that has no outlet for her insanity. I don’t happen to think that she is a crazy old bat. You, I suppose, are happy to assume that she is crazy. After all, she did admit to being crazy.
If you don’t confront the trolls, they will bury you. They will distract you and divert you from the information that is necessary to stop them from implementing their new world order, or more precisely, their marxist utopia.
Have you noticed that EC, and his many derivatives has not been present on this tread. Don’t you wonder why? Don’t you see that he let’s maggie troll some posts and he trolls other posts.
Now, you don’t have to believe me. If you are new to this blog you might not have seen maggie gumming up the works with her blather. You might have missed the foul language from what you see as a kindly old gramma. She is not that. She is hillary clinton, she is bernie sanders. She is your own personal shot of left wing propaganda shoved right in your face. If you can’t see it, how can you expect to see what is going on above your pay grade? Either you confront your opponent, or you shut the hell up and sit down. Maggie is your opponent. You might not be smart enough to see that, but she is. She wraps herself in her stories of valor and you suck it up like the home made hootch that she drinks every night. That’s your choice. You can either believe her, in her stated lunacy, or you can believe me. You certainly can’t know for sure who to believe.
All you can know for sure is that she lies about what her name is. I don’t. You don’t. So do you want to trust a liar, or someone who stands up and tells you who they really are?
Your choice. My choice is to confront the liars.
You also have the choice to not read what she writes. Based on what you’ve said, her comments are not your cup of tea. Are you too stupid to not know how to scroll past a comment?
You aren’t exactly Ernest Hemingway yourself, though doubtless a legend in your own mind. Mathew 7:5
You are certainly free to be a coward. I chose not to be.
Hollywood you are trolling site with your drivel as well…
you wrote this…
you might not have seen maggie gumming up the works with her blather
as part of a, I don’t know and I am being kind, 1000 word rant. Sorry I couldn’t be bothered to count. Yet somehow lack the self awareness that you are doing the same thing.
And quit with the self righteous twattery, Komrade!
Old guys tire quickly of being talked down to..
As Bob Newhart
Said in that skit
Put down the pen
and STOP IT!
He’s too stupid to live, yet here he remains.
That’s not a very nice thing to say maggie. Would you please just stop?
Stop It!
It would be dangerous to troll around here.
You might catch one of these…
You are not only a douchebag, but also a terrible writer.
And, I’m not insane. The therapist said I might be half-crazy or half-nuts but it is unlikely that I am both all at once.
i suggest that you get a second opinion for the other half of your crazy diagnosis.
Maggie, would you just stop? Why won’t you just keep your fingers off the keyboard?
Please, just stop.
I was traveling, moron.
100. I win
To all in the string above, I come here because the writers are great and topics are on point, not to read the comments of several people bashing each other.
Can’t we just stick to comments pertaining to the writing??
I don’t consider your ongoing updates on the flooding to be trolling. It is a good reminder that in spite of the media ignoring the situation, we have a con crisis in the making. Hollywood Cornhole should be more worried instead of spending his time in denial.
De Nile is another river on another continent. Welcome back beanie baby.
I had a bad tooth and the dentist gave me a large numbing shot in the gums before he started and he apparently gave me too much and I went into like epileptic seizures. As I shook on the dentist chair I kept thinking that this was how I was going to die. On a freaking dentist chair. the other favorite was a shot I got for a stress test. I had the shot because my heart rate wasn’t fast enough. I lay there with a large crushing pressure on my chest and tried to breathe. I promised myself to never do that again. The treadmill stress test is responsible for many heart attacks from what I have read. You never know.
I think I get exactly how you felt… like something was sitting on your chest?
Sounds like neurogenic shock, while visiting your dentist.
Thanks for that, yahsure. The woman at work wants me to ask my private doc for a stress test, she says I have an arrhythmia. I demur.
Good read for a Saturday morning, Uncola.
Maybe your dream was about identifying how prepared you are, so you can prepare to make adjustments if needed.
When attempting to understand how and why I dream and learn about how memories are processed via oscillations, I have used this book as a guide.
Folks have been trying to interpret dreams since biblical times; maybe before.
My dreams seem to always have hints from some recent stimuli, be it in person with someone,
or perhaps some media input absorbed that left some semblance of an impression.
Almost never have horrific nightmares as you described, Unc. But I’ve had a few where danger was sensed.
Upon waking, the details are vivid, but I’ve noticed that later in the day, I have very little recollection of all the dreams’ details, and the flow between scenes. i.e., the segue seems odd, from one to the next.
And many, many times, scenes are just weird, and different scenes don’t seem to be related.
For me, it’s always a view from behind my own eyes…what I see, hear and feel.
That is, I never see me from the observation point of another person.
So, what do dreams mean? Daniel got some good perks laying out a meaning to king Solomon, eh?
I haven’t read much about dream interpretations, but have a theory.
I believe our brain’s capacity to process information is staggeringly high, and very complex.
In the course of 24 or 48 hours, in all we see, do, hear, speak, and feel emotionally, it results in an awful lot of sensory input that our brain processes, whether momentarily, or more long term.
Intense emotions have more effect than indifferent, or casual emotions.
Memories and previously notable personal life experiences play a huge role.
My theory is that during sleep, (and our diet may play a role, as in, what we consumed before sleeping),
the body gets to relax and suspend work, thought, and instinctive functions inherent in our makeup.
But, while unconscious, our gray matter is somehow active with synapses firing during dreams, and it is
the brain’s not-yet-understood means of perhaps re-visiting the inputs, or perhaps purging them from areas of the brain that still have activity going on during sleep.
Kind of maybe a brain dump-out, movie-scene style, of clearing out it’s cache.
Absurd theory? Maybe.
I’d be curious to hear from folks who live lives of zero, or minimal media input, and limited interaction with other people. Like maybe from loners, with no internet, TV, music, etc.
Country people, not subject to the daily rat race; not subject to stress, and at perfect peace daily while awake.
Are their nights full of restful sleep, with very little brainwave activity catching some zzz’s?
Anyway, your article made for an interesting read.
I’m tempted to post a music vid related, but will decline. Off to hit the links w/ some friends.
But if I would’ve, I thought of:
Dream Weaver, by Gary Wright;
Dreams, by Fleetwood Mac OR The Cranberries;
…I’m sure EC could come up with a doozie or two. He owns a good jukebox memory.
Later, monkeys.
How’s about this one?
When You Are Old
By William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
I played that song the other day and said to my husband, “what year?”
He got it immediately. I tell you what… I’ve been making audio-visuals with music and old photos I took of the family off and on and it’s really something interesting.
I know just what you mean maggie. Here, let me post a video of some song. Any song. It really doesn’t matter which song. Do you think that you can just return to your trolling as if nothing has happened? Are you truly that retarded?
I think it is you who retard logical thought process beyond any recognizable stretch of the imagination.
Now that I realize what I realize, I wonder how long you will remain in this form.
Ecclesiastics 3:11 is my favorite about time. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.’
And you are a troll who is too stupid to be anything other than an NPC. You don’t seem to want to give up. You use the same tactics, and most times the same pictures and the same song videos. Your passion for marx and his utopia that you long to see in this country is, I suppose, laudable in some sense, but you really are not very good at trolling. You get an A for effort, but an F for effectiveness.
It was very nice to have a little break from your trolling, and I want to thank you for that, but now that you have returned, do you honestly think that I won’t confront you? Are you so monumentally stupid that you think that you can post the same comments again and again? While you were gone there were lots of new people commenting and lots of thoughtful content. Now you are back and it all goes to shit. It is you who cause it to go to shit.
Those 3 morons encouraging you ought to be ashamed of themselves. The songs sh posts are key and her indirect remarks are key. In fact, I would say Maggie has stayed more on the topic than you have. All you do is scratch that boil on your ass.
Can your lame brain connect Uncola’s intimations of impending death and Maggie’s song Time in a Bottle? Subtlety and poetry are lost on you, squirrel boy, I suggest you stick to engineering or police work.
Ouch beanie baby, that one hurt to the quick. So I guess you really handed my ass to me with that boil of a maggie on it. Never ever having had a boil, do you scratch them? I will have to rely on your expertise on boils and scratching.
Oh, and Time in a Bottle is not about impending death. It’s a love song.
Time in a Bottle
Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
‘Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with
HR, do you have to comment on Everything MG says?? Let it go man
I’m beginning to think Maggie is HR. It’s like a boil on his ass that he continually needs to scratch.
You caught me… being my own worst enemy again.
One of my absolute fav songs…
Huge fan of dreams. Not sure that they mean anything, at least in the same way that actual waking life events do, but they are instructive.
Great piece.
“Americans are fat and they act entitled”
And too many have tatts on their arms, legs and back.
My last dream I recall was about a female and a happy ending.
The worst dream I recall, I was watching nukes light up the night skies over South Florida…Chinese subs took out middle Florida so they could control the port of Miami.
I had an apocalyptic dream one time and in it I was on a hillside (like that old Indian who was sad about the trash) watching people just walking by on their way to some sort of underground facility in the mountains out west. I woke up in a frenzy and wrote 18 pages of narrative, which I still have. It’s a creepy idea for a book. I do not plan to use it ever.
Uncola,
I liked your description of vacations. I just returned from a trip that wasn’t anything I had planned for or ironed out with my friend prior to trip. We walked 200 km of the Camino de Santiago. Initially I had begged off when he asked if I would accompany him. My wife had been in hospital twice in past year and I didn’t want to leave her alone..just in case.
She convinced me that he was a lifelong friend and I should support this catholic deacon in his spiritual quest.
But things went wrong from the start with him refusing to use gps to find pilgrim hostel and us walking around aimlessly with our backpacks and lack of sleep in a day and a half for me. He had a printout on paper but he couldn’t find reference points. And this guy was a pilot and former paratrooper.
We would start off at daybreak with a 20 min mile pace which he would increase and arrive hours before the pilgrim dormitory would be open. I had started off with runner’s toes (black) though I had worked my way up to 30 km with full pack. He had an app on phone that counted each mile, pace, average, elevation, and would walk or march to that.
No time to see sights, though he shipped his carry on bag ahead to next stop and had reservations so not an issue of needing to get there before others. He took off his medical training hat and put on the deacon hat and blessed pilgrims all along route. After wrenching ankle coming down a rocky gully at first week I finally threw in towel and took transportation ahead and awaited for him the last 3 days. I wasn’t doing it for the certificate but to be his walking companion which didn’t work out. It was like Springsteen’s Glory Days song all along the route as he lamented not staying in army and how great it was to be in airborne division.
Turns out before the end he just happened to met up with the person who developed his walking app of the camino route and had his portrait taken by him.
While on tour at ends of the earth with 4 days to kill before return home I got text from wife that she was in hospital and expected to undergo exploratory surgery. I made arrangements to take soonest flight I could back and arrived to take last shuttle from airport north arriving at hospital as they prepped her for surgery. She is recovering. But I am still kicking myself for going off on this great buddy trip that turned out to be a waste of time and money compounded by next day pricing for return trip at the end. I am glad I returned in time to be with her before she went under the knife but will never go off on a trip without her again.
Dreams, OK, I’ll take a stab at it.
Completely unscientific, but just my own thoughts on the subject.
I think that there are different kinds of dreams and for different reasons and many times no reason.
Type one: The what you need dream.
When I got my first professional job as a sales engineer after eight years of night school, I really wished that my dad were still alive to talk to about it. He was a salesman all of his life and we had many wonderful talks about it. He was more than my dad. He was my best friend.
One night I had a dream that I had a wonderful visit with my dad and we talked for hours about business, selling, our family, friends, etc. It was great!
It was a very vivid dream and I remembered much of it the next day so I started checking on some of things that we spoke of and none of them was actual.
I think that my subconscious (I call it my night brain) merely supplied me with what I wanted and probably needed – a visit with my dad. So it made up a story to ease my conscious mind – (my day brain).
The truth is that I did feel a whole lot better after that dream. It kind of put me at ease.
Type two: The scattered dream.
Sometimes I will have a dream that is a complete jumbled mess. It goes from one thing to another in what seems a random sequence and it makes no sense at all.
I think that this is just my brain filing the day’s events.
I compare it to putting a folder in an old-fashioned file cabinet. I thumb thru folder after folder in the drawer looking for the right place to store it. Each folder I pass is something completely different than the folder before or after it. Just like in these kinds of dreams.
So I figure these jumbled dreams don’t mean anything. It’s just filing.
Type three: The self-torture dream.
Just the opposite of the first type and for me it’s a recurring nightmare that happens about once a year.
I have made numerous comments about my ex on this site and how she flew off on her broom, etc. I use humor as a mechanism to deal with what was very unpleasant.
The truth is that I am a man that was hopelessly in love with my own wife to the point of refusing to see what others around me could. She treated me pretty badly, but I adored her and didn’t see it myself.
In this recurring dream, she is back and promises that this time everything will be wonderful. Just the way I always wanted for us to be and in my blindness never was.
The dream always ends badly with her laughing at me and telling me that she will never be the mate that I had always wanted and slams the door on her way out.
It was bad enough the first time. Why on earth my night brain plays this damned dream once a year or so is a mystery. It bothers me for a few days after each time.
Type four: The shaving off my mustache dream.
Another recurring dream that always make me wake with a start and a quick rush to the bathroom to see if it was real.
I grew my Wyatt Earp mustache (simply called an Earp here in Texas) when I moved here from Buffalo, NY 33 years ago. My wife had asked me to grow it in and when I did, we both liked it.
She flew off on her broom (see dream three above) over twenty years ago, but I kept the Earp.
It’s actually quite desirable to have one of these in this part of the country. A good Earp is much prized.
Seems a bit nuts, but I do have this dream at least once a year.
I have no explanation.
Type five: The terrible catastrophe or doom dream.
I guess I’ve had the same as most people with this one. Sometimes it’s nuclear devastation. Sometimes a flood. Sometimes a road accident.
I had one two nights ago where the collapse had finally happened and the police had been turned loose on the ‘we the people’. They were out beating and killing people for no other reason than someone told them they could and they could get away with anything.
Sounds kind of like the ten o’clock news.
I think it’s just a playing out of the stress of the times. I try to let go of these dreams quickly.
In my younger days, I used to have a lot of traveling dreams. I worked for years as a traveling sales and application engineer. Every day in a different place. I would usually drive at night (oh, those hypnotic oncoming headlights) and work the next day in whatever place I drove to. Sometimes, I’d get so disoriented after a couple of weeks out that I’d have to look out the window of the motel to see what color the license plates were on the cars to get some idea of where they hell I was. Airplane tickets looked like a 48-month car payment stub.
The dreams were mostly just traveling and seeing places that I didn’t know where they were and encountering people I didn’t know. Just like I did most days. Nothing terrible. Just lost on the road kind of stuff.
To me dreams usually don’t mean anything profound, but the nastier ones can leave me with a bit of apprehension for a few days.
@ Steve C,
I, too, have had recurring (type five) catastrophe/ doom dreams. I’ve seen mushroom clouds in the distance as well as other apocalyptical scenes. But the one I’ve dreamt the most has multiple tornadoes on the horizon and what is most strange about that one, is that it always occurs in the same place and with the exact corresponding circumstances.
I live in an area where even the four-lane highways very often have sparse traffic. When my kids were small, I knew I wouldn’t get much done once I walked into the house after returning from a trip. So there is a highway exit located about 20 minutes away from a city that I would pass on my way back home. I would often stop on that exit in order to make any final calls for the day, write down some notes, or even take a leak.
The exit ramped up a hill to an isolated road that bridged the highway and I always parked just across the road and to the side of the on-ramp. This offered a spectacular view to the lower elevations to the west and at night the distant city lights often illuminated any low hanging clouds to the north.
And that is always the location of my recurring tornado dream where three or four tornadoes are silhouetted against a lighter western sky. To the south is gray, to the north it’s pitch-black and the city lights are always extinguished.
What is especially strange is that I’m always walking alone on the abandoned highway in a scene that seems reminiscent of Stephen King’s “The Stand” or out of a Walking Dead episode – and I’m enjoying myself. I’m actually looking forward to my long trek home and feel up to overcoming any challenges on the way.
The tornadoes are frightening but fascinating at the same time and I am thrilled before the chaos.
It looks sort of like this below but with one or two more tornadoes and all of them larger. It might be a metaphor, no?
I’m going to have to think about your ‘four tornadoes of the apocalypse’ dream a little.
I will let my night brain work on it…
Favorite tornado video…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJgoHgpsb9I.
Four horsemen of the apocalypse?
Okay, I’ll bite. I wasn’t going to contribute any of my bizarre dreams as I mostly just think dreams are meaningless, disconnected roamings of a resting conscious– but here goes.
I also had a “tornado dream” that has stuck with me for a few months. In it, my dog ( Silver German Shepherd–my sweet but stupid Rott wasn’t with us) and I are walking down some railroad tracks as they cut their way through some deep woods. Behind me I hear this unearthly rumbling, as I turn it is a tornado barreling up the tracks behind me but what is weird is the tornado is made of sparks/fire. As it gets closer to me, and I’m trying to run by jumping railroad tie to railroad tie, the sparks shooting out as it spins are whispering and giggling at an infernal pitch of voice…. when it is nearly upon us, my dog and I spy that the tracks run through an underpass/bridge for a road above. We scoot into the deepest recess of the underpass for safety…
Then the dream gets even weirder………. on the other side of the underpass that we ran in on is a hill on the left with a group of people congregating on top. I’m thinking I need to warn them that this twister of fire is going to immolate them… so we leave the safety of our niche and run up the hill…. on top of the hill it turns out to be Billy Graham ( except he looks more like that John Brown painting in Kansas with his arms flung wide and a Bible in his hand)… all of the people part to let me in to what I know to be a protective circle.
This is when I make a strange move, I notice my dog is scared and runs back toward the underpass and toward the fiery tornado…so instead of joining Billy Graham/John Brown in this protected circle of light I run back to save my dog… just as I grab him and cover him up the tornado is about to hit me…the dream ended there…. just a weirder one than many of my weird ones. Lots of symbology I’m sure but I’m not sure it means anything…….
@ Javelin,
The railroad tracks illustrate time and distance on your life’s journey. The Tornado of Fire represents bad shit roaring about and devouring as a consuming flame. The underpass is a transition of sorts and the congregation of people symbolize fellowship and community. Yet, you and your dog are lone wolves willing to enter the breach if (and when) necessary.
Just messing around. 🙂 thanks for sharing that
Cool, I like your analysis–I’m sure you nailed it !
I am fond of telling the story of how my dream became a Grammy winning song. It was 1974. I lived in an old two story, 4 bedroom house at 166 Erie Street in Decatur GA. My housemates were two fellow students and assorted persons, male and female. The girlfriend of one classmate had a guest visit her for a week or two. He was a hippy musician who had lost his mojo. He had looked up his old flame to connect to something that at one time, made sense to him. My classmate had constructed a ‘flipper’ partial denture while he visited, to replace the 4 front top teeth the minstrel was missing.
I awoke on a Saturday morning with a vivid dream about Paul, fresh in my thoughts. I went into the living room where Paul and Jan were sitting. I felt compelled to blurt out my dream in a stream of consciousness fashion to the former lovers.
The first verse and chorus are my words near exactly. I am the “somebody”. The other verses echo conversations I had had with Paul during his visit. Six months later I sent Jan money to fly to Turkey to join me. Twas not in her cards. She married the roommate some time later on.
Robert Plant and Alison Krauss won the Grammy for the song Roly Salley co wrote with Paul sometime after he left with his guitar and new front teeth. Chris Smither and John Prine cover the song well. My favorite cover is by Shawn Colvin. In this version by Krauss and Plant the tempo drags a bit but the imagery is nice.
I love to see them together.
By the way, I skipped the bait regarding the Grammy winning tune, Whosie Susie. I have enough on my platter these days.
I am living the kind of life I don’t a vacation or retirement from.
Doug is correct: most Americans are spoiled, lazy (physically and mentally) and are going to pay dearly for it soon.
The revolutionary and civil wars happened.
The great depression happened.
World wars I and II happened.
Chernobyl and fukishima happened.
It always has happened and will happen again.
Jesus came once and will come again.
The million dollar question is will you be ready when it happens again?
It’s been so long I honestly can’t remember when I last dreamed while sleeping.
Should that mean something?
Just had one last night.
I looked down at a piece of paper with the US stock exchanges on it and they all were at zero.
Very interesting.
I started having custom work boots made due to a wide foot. After my
3rd pair I ended up talking with the boot maker and I stated I like his
boots and it is worth the extra price as they last longer than any other
boot I have used in the past.
I continued to state that when I
wore Timberlands my feet would STINK>>>>BAD. He proceeded to
tell me that the corporate manufacturers decided that they would use
swine skin to cut costs. These pigs are not even fit for eating he
stated.
He continued to explain that the pigs hormones mix with
yours in the boot and produce that “Garbage Smell”. I said “exactly” it
smells like garbage! My feet don’t smell like that. He stated that pig
and human hormones don’t mix.
Cow leather boots it always smells like leather until they have served their useful life.
Corporate boot makers have descended into making you pay premium money for pigs feet!
Pay the extra money for well designed stitched soles (not liquid nail glued) and long lasting leather workwear.
You also employ your fellow American!
WTF?!
It says if you want to have good skin in the game, choose high quality leather and leave the pigskin on the football field.
At least that is what I got out of it.
Give the pork skins the sniff test, if they smell like bacon, give them the boot.
I sometimes like these off thread comments. When I was a kid we never skinned a pig so I wondered where all the pig skin was coming from. A couple of times, we slaughtered a street and there was an auto dealer who also bought raw skins and hides. Later there was a custom slaughter house who did the job if you gave him the cow-hide.
There must be 10 million cattle slaughtered in the US in a year
How often do you see leather shoes today? What happens to all those hides ?
BTW a pair of top of the line,double stiches, steel toed lumber jack boots made in USA, costs about 50 percent more than tooshelf Air Jordan’s made by Nike some low priced place.
Dreams are a door to our subconscious and can teach us more about facing fear than waking consciousness ever will. There a whole lot more to fear there. Until there isn’t. Whatever we hide from our self, whatever we sweep under our psychic rug, waits there to be embraced. I’ve been killed and gravely injured many times in my dreams. I only felt fear if I didn’t know I was dreaming.
It’s easy to know when you are dreaming. Just ask yourself 20 time a day if you are dreaming. Eventually you’ll ask yourself while dreaming and ,viola, you’ll dream ‘consciously’. The next step will be dreaming while awake.
Learning to become conscious in one’s dreams is essential to living ‘fully’ conscious, because much of what we are cognizant of isn’t available to the five senses. Our dreams make everything available.
What welled tears in your wife’s eyes as she recalled her dream, so eerily like yours? Her emotions, welling from her subconscious, were as real as any experienced while awake, perhaps more so.
I find it curious that “woke” has become a virtue-signal when most people only wrestle with their existential fears while sleeping. Being ‘woke’ to a new ‘conscious’ reality is impossible until we embrace it in our dreams. There really isn’t a reason to keep a dream diary and to maintain the difficult discipline of recording dreams whenever one awakes, at any hour – until one has been doing it for a while. We are our patterns, character is destiny.
When our dream patterns emerge and the details connect, we meet a ‘new’ person inside. Subconscious fear is the last frontier; scary to embrace, of course. Until it isn’t. It’s much easier and safer to continue walking the paved sidewalks of consciousness, until we cross a bridge in life that we crossed in our dreams and we get really scared.
When the details of our dreams slam every conscious sense, who we are capable of being casts its shadow into this world: “The shade of the water, the sky’s tint, and the whitish-gray concrete side-rails. I saw it all months before – of an area where I’ve never been.” That was a chicken-skin moment, I’m sure. Cold, clammy hands, shivers that leave sticky sweat. How could one NOT fear the hidden part of their self that presages disaster?
The fearless person we meet inside is the one we’ve always been and never meet until we have embraced our fears in dreams.
The west’s technological sophistication has weaned conscious thought away from inner pursuit. It focuses every youth’s attention on a screen. Individuals are being inoculated against any urge toward the inner search that gives life meaning. Being ‘friended’ and creating ‘followers’ means nothing to one’s Soul.
I read, long ago, of a primitive tribe whose culture, social interactions and all important decisions were guided by dreams, which everyone shared and discussed with breakfast. What a splendid idea.
https://www.world-of-lucid-dreaming.com/how-remote-senoi-tribes-use-dreams-for-personal-growth.html
@DD,
I’ve had lucid dreams, but for me, they lose their magic. Perhaps for the same reason why we can’t tickle ourselves – no surprise. 🙂
Also – see my comment to you below
Only 1% of indian computer programmers can write functional computer code that works correctly: https://womenarestupid.site/blog/only-1-of-indian-engineers-can-write-computer-coding-that-works
What else can you expect from a country where 50% of the population doesn’t even use indoor toilets and shits outside? 640 million indians shit outdoors in the 21st century.
This essay brings two from Twain to mind:
“I’ve seen a heap of trouble in my life, and most of it never came to pass.”
“There are two times in a man’s life when he should not speculate: when he can’t afford it and when he can.”
Walk fearlessly and carry a big lantern.
DD & RCW,
RE: Dreams, Trouble, Fear, & Speculation
Enjoyed the comments. DD said:
If I were to comment against myself on this piece, I would speak to my apparent contradiction: First, I said (like Twain) most fears/trouble never come to pass – then I ended the article by referencing an inevitable fear about something that is certain to occur, eventually.
To which I would reply to myself: “That is the irony, therein”. Truly, we can know times and seasons but not days and hours. For example, it’s one thing to say: “I fear winter is coming” and quite another to say “I fear I will fall off a ski lift on my January trip to Vail”.
Now, regarding my dream as outlined in the article above – my skeptical side looks at this way: Although I can’t remember exactly sharing the dream with my wife, I am fairly sure I did. That alone could have triggered her dream. And even though I’ve never been to that exact area, I had been to a location a few hours away. In any case, the water, roads, and bridges are similar. So perhaps my dream could have simply been anxiety over traveling itself (i.e. being away from home).
On the other hand, my Sense of Wonder considers it this way: I’m glad I had the dream. It kept me alert every time I traversed that causeway. Very alert. Maybe I drove a little slower than I would have had I not had the dream. Maybe I kept my distance and stayed more toward the center of the road. Therefore, the possibility remains the dream may have, in fact, set off preventive variations (alertness, speed, & positioning) that saved my (and my family’s) life. In any case, the dream prepared me and I was ready when the time came. So, in that sense, my fear gave me confidence and reminded me that bad things happen when we don’t pay attention.
This means I will continue to pay attention to my dreams and nightmares. They could be mere reflections of my own desires and anxieties – or – the Great Spirit of the Random Universe watching out for me and mine.
Or maybe all of the above, no?
All of the above , and then some. Your reference to the fear at the end of the article reminds me simply of the old saw Don’t sweat the small stuff, the small stuff being anything which you have no control over. And maybe what the sergeant said, “when they’re shooting at you you’ve still got a shot to kill ’em before they lose the at”. Good essay. thanks
The Titanic was an insurance job.
It never sank, because it never existed.
The Titanic was the Olympic, launched the following year, all along.
Perhaps the minivan was an insurance job too?
http://mileswmathis.com/titanic.pdf
You’ve shone a light in some very dark places, if you’re the real deal then people have been driven off bridges for a lot less. Fear? you laugh in it’s face and I literally raise my victory gin in a toast to your brass balls. Glad I visited “thetollonline.com” and added my email to your essay distribution list.
I fear /s the Gong Show that is The United Satans of America will hot war Iran because Mike PompCIAeo is touring the middle east building a local core coalition of the Iran war willing to be then extended internationally and where have I fucking heard that before.
Thanks Q, for nothing.
Here is a video aboot a dream or two..
That was hilarious.
One night my friend Brenda got a bit tanked (moreso than usual) and told me she wished at least one of us were a lesbian.
I laughed and laughed, although I did keep my eye on her the rest of the evening.
This skit is funny like that.
Suitcase nukes triggering fault lines is some seriously crackheaded shit. Yes our wide ass open border has already devastated this country worse than any nuke could have, and that doesnt preclude the possibility of them actually bringing something really nasty across, but seriously someone is in dire need of a geology lesson.
The logical and left-brained Icono said:
Or, it was an example of unchecked fear meant to make a humorous point
Here we go again …….. with Hollywood Rob stalking and hounding and harassing Maggie, calling her a “bitch” and worse.
I can not believe Admin allows this shit. Then again, it’s his site, so more power to him.
I’m voting with my feet.
I’ll be back in two weeks. Hopefully, Hollywood Rob will be history. If not, I’ll wait another two weeks, etc. He is truly a despicable worm … I can’t believe some of you interact with him. Oh well, it’s a free country.
Later Gators.
Why does everyone want to shut down Hollywood Rob? Why can’t Maggie take care of herself? Is this a blog of ideas or a junior high dance?
I think Maggie has been doing fine. I think she finds it amusing or she wouldn’t keep visiting.
not that my vote counts for anything, but I don’t want HR to ‘be history’ here… I very much enjoy his contributions apart from the MG saga, which to me, does not seem one-sided
You “wishes” that were so.
Thank you wishes.
Hey… if you head west, we will be here until late August, when he head for Alaska with a little soft pelt who is going to be the star of my children’s stories: Flat Stuck in Misery. And, if that sells, the second adventure will belong to a little coyote pelt currently sitting this one out in Oklahoma. I’m still hoping EC can get Quetzacoatl onto a pack mule headed out of Chile, but if not… I’m resourceful. I’ll get it to the land of the Mayans if I have to carry it myself.
But the raccoon skin in the game is going to represent a whole lot of veterans and, hopefully, give a few people a few laughs and a bit of hope.
I hope you and Ms. Freud are blessed.
HR is a self dopplegating mess, eh?
The earth is FLAT! https://womenarestupid.site/blog/the-earth-is-flat
Occam’s Razor or nothing is as it seems?
Fourteen Killed In Russian Submarine Fire
&
Pence Recalled To White House As Putin Pulls Out Of Scheduled Event; Officials Say “No Cause For Alarm”
What the fuck?
Eyepatch dude was supposed to be a good guy politician, but now he’s already selling pre-crime bills and gun control.
Weren’t some fools around here drooling over him a while back?
Yawn
