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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 21:35:32 GMT -5
Well, how about we both exchange our demented/strange things about ourselves.
*shifty eyes*
....You can go first...
I want to know about your dream pattern! ((I love to hear about people's dreams. I find them so fascinating!))
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Post by Asila on May 3, 2008 21:49:30 GMT -5
Here goes. For a very long time, my dreams have featured people trying to kill me. That is generally the common theme. (Though lately my subconscious mind has been focusing more on atmosphere than different types of psychopathic killers and monsters. So most of my dreams are set in a post-apocalyptic setting, or the end of civilization as we know it.)
Well, I seldom travel alone in my dreams. There are almost always other people around me, though I don't always know them. I seem to just make up quite a few of them. Anyway, I am usually with these 'aquaintances when the adversary of my dreams begins to slaughter them. Like in any good horror movie, they die one by one. But when he comes for me (and it's always a he. I'm not sure why. I blame stereotypes. Guys are generally more intimidating. Or more awesome in my mind) I'm not afraid. At all. In fact, I am perfectly all right with the fact that he is going to kill me. I am more intrigued than anything, and it's as though the monster in my dreams in entranced by this in turn.
I can't be the only one who wonders what the psycho-killer in the movie would do if you spoke calmly to him instead of shrieking and running away.
Anyway, I end up romantically involved with him. No reason to mention details. The point is that, in these dreams, I have a romantic relationship with the thing that was trying to kill me. That already has killed everyone else. And I'm all right with that.
And that is the demented story about myself. Don't run away screaming, it's bad for my confidence.
*laughs* Oh, there was that dream with the angel, but that was blasphemous on so many different levels. But I won't get into that one.
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 22:07:49 GMT -5
OOOO--Asila's having sex dreams!!! Just Kidding.
You know what's funny is that half way through the description of your dream (before I got to the romantically involved part), is that I was thinking, "Sounds like Asila is going to fall in love with the monster, or maybe this is her subconsciously wanting a dark person." Then when I hit that section when you said you always fall in love it was like, "wow, I called it!"
Anyways, I don't think this is necessarily too strange. It's not really a nightmare, is it? There's something interesting you should read. Aka's poetry (really good poetry). She has a poem about 'would you rather love a monster or a god?' Lemme go look for it, she used it just recently in AJ.
As for the angel, it might be blasphemous, but let's face it, it would be hot.
I was originally going to say something pretty strange, but since we're on the topic of dreams, I'll address that later. I have plenty of nightmares, but with me, I'm never actually afraid in my dream. It's a strange feeling. There's always a lot of terrfying things running around, trying to kill me (or just everything that moves, but mostly me), and I'm always trying to calculate a way to defeat it (as a posed to just running and screaming my head off). The thing is, all of my plans are really clever and rational. Even if I can't come up with something on my own, I always try to find a way to hide well, or look for help. But no matter what I do or think of, somehow, it (illogically) fails. And then I'm forced to run and hide until I can think of something else (since no matter what I do, I can't kill the bloody monster). the dreams never end, they're just cyclical like that. If they do end, they're cliffhangers where it ends with me finally being trapped/cornered before I awaken. But they're usually cyclical.
They don't really frighten me (sure they make me feel anxious when i wake up), they just frustrate me, since no matter what I do, I can never win.
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Post by Asila on May 3, 2008 22:25:45 GMT -5
Hmm, I usually feel haunted-house frightened in my nightmares. (Which is still afraid, but fun afraid. I love haunted houses.)
And I am always running in my dreams. In fact, the only plans I ever make are exactly how to get away. *grins* I'm a coward. Or maybe I just think that running is fun, since tag was once my favorite game of all time. It would be still if it weren't for the shortage of people who don't mind the occasional bout of immaturity.
As for the angel dream...oh, it was weirder than that. In fact, at first I was rather detached in the dream, merely watching as this angel (which I named Dynasty in my dream. Pretty funky, right?) interacted with a young man, who was unnamed in my dream. It was this cute little gay romance, though it was romantic in the simplest definition of the word, nothing more, and I ended up getting pulled into his body and communicating as this young man for a little while. My dream ended shortly after that. There were weirder aspects to it than that, since I had been visiting Disney World with my sister and younger cousin at the time, but that was the gist of it.
Still, let's here your demented story about yourself. You owe me! (not really)
And I would also like to see Aka's poem. It sounds really good...
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 22:45:44 GMT -5
I like strategizing in my dreams (apparently). Even though it never freakin' works. The angel dream is kind'a cool (and confusing).
As for my weird habit.....
It really is complusive. Like, I don't mean to do it. But whenever I'm trying to memorize something, or justify something, I pretend that I went back in time and I'm trying to explain to the Queen of England my point. Then, without even meaning to, it spans out into how 'my world is' (since I don't want to say I'm from the future, I claim that I came from another world...not sure how this is better though). Then, at some point, I realize, "Damnit, I'm doing it again! This isn't evena good daydream/fantasy, it's just bogus and weird!!"
Then I stop, until next time, when I do it again without thinking....
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 22:47:11 GMT -5
‘Would you rather have a monster, or a god?
Would you rather live in darkness, or in light?
Would you rather be a goddess, or a conquest?’
‘A god will sit on his golden throne,
Watching his people, his worshippers,
Gazing out serenely, searching,
Until he stops, points, loudly exclaims,
“That one.” ‘
‘A monster will stalk about the shadows,
Sneaking glances at the people of the light.
Watching, waiting, searching,
Until he stops, stares, inaudibly whispers,
That one.” ‘
‘A god will watch you from above,
Waiting for his moment to swoop.
Learning your favorites,
Your flower, taste, color.
Then he’ll step down from his golden throne,
“I’ll go get her now.” ‘
‘A monster will watch you from below,
Waiting for his moment to move.
Learning your favorite,
Your song, scent, deepest thought.
Then he’ll climb up from the shadows,
“I’ll go woo her now.” ‘
‘A god will shower you with gifts,
With praise and with love.
He’ll make you promise after promise,
He’ll make you believe-
“I have seen no beauty that could compare to yours.” ‘
‘A monster will offer you all he has,
His praise and his love.
He’ll show you that he is no monster,
He’ll make you believe-
“There is no beauty that could compare to yours.” ‘
‘A god will listen as you worry,
And comfort you with sweet words,
With a soft touch, with a kind gaze.
“I am no goddess! How can I be worthy of you?” ‘
‘A monster will worry as you listen,
Crave the comfort of your kind words,
Your soft touch, your kind gaze.
“You are a goddess! How can I be worthy of you?” ‘
‘A god will wake early,
Returning to his golden throne,
Leaving you to cry out in your sleep,
Reaching for the one who should be there.
He’ll comfort himself, quietly,
“She’ll never know I’m gone.” ‘
‘A monster will wake early,
Watching you as you lie in bed.
And when you cry out in your sleep,
Reaching for the one who must be there,
He’ll comfort you, quietly,
“You know I won’t be gone.” ‘
‘A god will lure you into the golden light,
Keeping you happy and content,
At least until you realize,
Just how quickly your outlook can change,
When he sits upon his throne,
“I think I want that one now.” ‘
‘A monster will invite you into the silver night,
Keeping you amused and in love.
And that’s when you realize
Just how true love can be,
When he watches the fickle god move on,
“I know I still love you.” ‘
‘Would you rather have a god, or a monster?
Would you rather live in light, or in darkness?
Would you rather be a conquest, or a goddess?’
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Post by Asila on May 3, 2008 22:59:34 GMT -5
*stares* That was beautiful, Aka. You are an excellent poet. I was actually holding my breath when I reached the end of it!
I think it's magnificent, how the god and the monster were so similar throughout the entire poem and it was only that one difference, that self-centered confidence of the god that set them apart at the end. I guess we know that it is often the flaws that make a beautiful person, and not perfection. Perfection is shallow...I know because I once thought my life serene and did not think then with the depth that often characterizes my thoughts now. (My life was hardly perfect back then, but I was very good at keeping myself in denial. Ignorance, whether artificial or real, is bliss)
I should apologize to Aka if it sounds as though I am talking about myself when I am trying to praise her poem, but it just made me think. And it fit the theme of my dreams so well, that now I realize they were more sweet and accepting than demented and twisted. Thank you.
At this rate, I am going to eventually believe that I am sane and perfectly functional. Which would mean that I will have to thank you repeatedly for as long as I know you.
*loses sober tone and grins* In which case both of you would probably want to hit me. *chuckles to self*
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on May 3, 2008 23:04:28 GMT -5
Being sane and perfectly functional, darling, is highly overrated. And it's rare for me to recieve such high, in depth praise for my poetry, so thank you as well. I actually wrote it thinking about the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche. I always liked Eros better before Psyche figured out he was a god.
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 23:09:39 GMT -5
You never told me that Aka. It does make sense though....
I actually think this poem is my favorite out of everything you've written.
As for you Asila, when you told me your dream, I instantly thought of her poem. I'm glad you cleared some of your conscious.
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Post by Asila on May 3, 2008 23:18:37 GMT -5
*grins* No problem. When I'm affected by something, I usually have quite a bit to say concerning why. And while being sane and functional may be over-rated, having some balance is good. I'm tired of feeling as though I'm just a few consecutive bad days away from losing it entirely.
As for your fascinating little quirk, Seven, what were you so afraid of? The Queen of England is definitely an unusual character to pick for such imaginary conversations, but I will often do the same thing, except I will imagine a friend and hold conversations (the topic of which is usually psycho-analysis regarding my own mind) with them to try and straighten things out. I can never do this in real life, or in person, because I keep thinking that no one is going to want to hear me whine. And that's exactly what I think of my rants. If I could keep them to myself without triggering some kind of break-down or bout of severe depression, I would.
The point is, imaginary conversations are helpful and not weird at all. Then again, we are all weird here, so I don't know whether or not that was comforting. *smiles*
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Post by Seven on May 3, 2008 23:25:45 GMT -5
*laughs* Thanks, I've been feeling pretty strange for having imaginary rants directed towards the Queen. I don't know why the Queen though, of all people...(maybe it's just because I like the era, except I imagine that if I were in that era, I'd be immediately carted off to the dungeons as a witch).
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Post by Asila on May 4, 2008 0:12:38 GMT -5
You, and me, and Aka! Why, we could be an unholy triumvirate of witches! *cackles menacingly*
*coughs* All right, I admit it, the laugh was a tad psychotic. But I couldn't imagine a more dramatic way to go down than together and, no doubt, fighting. *brief story plays out in mind* Aw, but that ending is sad! What is it with me and my love for tragedies? *tries again, this time envisioning a more favorable outcome* There we go, we escaped in that one.
Hmm, I'm tempted to write a short story now.
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Post by Seven on May 4, 2008 1:03:30 GMT -5
I know what you mean about tragedies. I love tragedies. It makes Pan and Aka want to kill me though.
If you wrote a story about us, that would be amazing-hapy-super-special-awesome-fun.
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Post by Asila on May 4, 2008 3:54:09 GMT -5
*grins* Hooray! Everyone knows that amazing-happy-super-special-awesome fun is the best kind of fun!
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Post by Rojo on May 4, 2008 4:04:29 GMT -5
I had a weird dream once, where everyone was dying, and then I got an axe in the back of my head, but I was still alive, and every moment was blinding pain...
And I had another one where my Primary school was on fire, and there were two naked people fondling eachother on top of it...what? I don't think it's wrong, I think it's symbolic!
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