Haha, I try to add some sort of satirical touch to the science heavy posts, but it always ends up coming out boring anyway. When you dissect details, I guess it has that effect. Creativity is lost in science, at least that sort anyway.This made me laugh. I can't really follow when you guys get into the minutiae of the science stuff, but get a kick out of the combo of heated Internet arguments and details so dry the letters start sliding all over the screen in senseless jumbles.
Those weren't my Oreos, but I like knowing there is a safe place for me to hang out if I eat The Sugar. Ice cream is my current food lover - so much variety! I have been eating a ton of it lately. I can't resist anything that has salted caramel as an ingredient.
Try rum raisin haagen daz, my favorite ice cream besides the coffee and green tea ones.
That sense of deja vu? I always wonder if it's a memory based experience, correlated with dreams, or a neurological deficit related to improper electrical discharge in the brain. Sometimes, when falling asleep, or just during the day, I'll random experience a sharp electric sensation in my head, followed by a buzz. Never experienced deja vu proceeding it, but yeah, it does happen to me. Supposedly related to dissociative identity disorder, and or, anxiety, both of which I experience. My family has a history of it, plus other mental health issues like schizophrenia(ancestors, it supposedly hasn't gone down the line far enough within the last century, but who knows)My lucid dreams always feel like familiar places - there are houses, people and places that I know in the dream but not in real life. Always wondered if I would recognize those houses if I ran into them when awake.
Both of which exist in my dreams, except the aliens are already here. We talked about that in PM.Meh, dreams are for fuckin and alien invansions.
Derp, my second to last cat looked exactly like yours. Her name was Naala and she was fully potty trained to go outside, such a great cat.
:3Cat people, gotta like them! Awesome journal btw.
Really? That's the first sign out of everything else wrong with me? Oh, but I'm not crazy, everyone else is.I would say that is the first sign that something is wrong. Seek professional care immediately.
I had a quasi- lucid dream the other night. For years I've had a recurring dream where I am at a beach, right up against the shore line, but right behind me is a large wall or some other kind of inpenitrable object. Large waves begin to crash on me (and usually there are others with me) but we are unable to escape because we are trapped in front of this large wall. Anywho, the other night I had this dream but afterwards I was walking with someone and said, "You know, I have a dream about that happening all the time."
There are signs in dreams, that obviously correlate with how you're feeling in reality. What do you think yours means going by how you feel in reality?
<3I'll be thinking of you, fondly, frequently, fleetingly (because I have a short attention span) <3
Fleeting feelings are the best ones, doesn't give you enough time to get sick of them.
I think most things carry a different ambiance, like other journals, you can usually tell when a person is struggling with something, or if they're ignorant, jolly, carefree, caring, etc;Oh Derp, your journal is kinda depressing, you know. It's weird, because in here, there is a totally different ambiance--completely different from everyone else's journal. I'm not sure how that's possible since it's just a thread in the MDA forums. Can threads have an ambiance? Apparently so.
Your writing style is also well suited for stream-of-consciousness novels, but I think yours would probably be very depressing.
And I totally understand about the wind. I hated not being able to light my cigarettes back when I smoked.
I have to start keeping a dream journal again so I can remember my dreams better. I've been having some weird ones lately, but my memories of them are so fleeting that I pretty much forget them within minutes of waking up. Then sometimes something reminds me of them again, but I still can't remember them clearly. Usually all that's left is a feeling. The only way I can hang on to those memories is if I write them down right after waking, but my mornings are so hectic that it's hard to find time. *Sigh*
I tried some of that kratom stuff. it's too much like an opiate for my taste. (I dislike opiates--they put me in a stupor that I just don't like. Well, the only times opiates are good is when they put me in that waking dream state, which is pretty cool, but I can't always achieve that. It's more often just a stupor accompanied by mild nausea.) It's supposed to be a stimulant a low doses and opiate-like at high doses. I started low--2 grams but felt nothing. I waited about an hour then took another gram. Then it was an opiate-like feeling, complete with the nausea (only when I move around--again, like an opiate). Don't know how I skipped over the stimulant phase. It did give me vivid and strange dreams though, but I can't remember them now. I think next time I'll just take it right before bed to get the dreams without experiencing the high.
My ambiance is probably pretty dark, I have that sort of persona, and it's always carried over to everything about me in some way. I don't try to hide it, embracing it has led to all sorts of personal revelations with myself.
"I have one word to say upon the subject of profound writers, who are grown very numerous of late, and I know very well the judicious world is resolved to list me in that number. I conceive, therefore, as to the business of being profound, that it is with writers as with wells--a person with good eyes can see to the bottom of the deepest, provided any water be there; and that often when there is nothing in the world at the bottom besides dryness and dirt, though it be but a yard and half under ground it shall pass, however, for wondrous deep, upon no wiser a reason than because it is wondrous dark"
--Jonathan Swift, A Tale of a Tub
I'm not very good with stream-of-consciousness writing though, I have a hard time not picking and choosing words when I write them. It actually takes a good deal of talent to do that, it's a lot more difficult than it seems. I'm afraid if I were to do that it would just be an incomprehensible mess.
We could use these journals to document our dreams, would be interesting to see what we all dream of.
Ah, kratom, I share in your experience of the stupor -- I even wrote ridiculous things on this forum, I was absolutely smashed like nothing else, haha. I smoked it in a rolled cigarette, which reminds me that I need to try that with a piracetam, opiate, tobacco, caffeine stack. Should be interesting. I think it does have a good anti-anxiety feel to it though. I like to keep my eyes closed for as long as possible after I smoke it, so that it feels like a moving picture film. I can't remember how much I smoked, but it was a lot, so yeah, definitely opiate like high.