dream book

[stilltrucking]

I have had many naked dreams
They are always disturbing
Nude sounds erotic
There was nothing erotic about my naked dreams
They were always disturbing
Someone once told me being naked in a dream is about death and dying.

Most of my dreams these days seem to be about being lost.
You can't shit the shitter they say
I am lost.

The strangest dreams I have had are the trucker's nightmare,
those dreams where I have dreamed I was driving a truck and woke up to find find myself driving a truck.

I once drove 1500 miles in one straight shot, not sure how many of those miles I was asleep at the wheel.

Beautiful day
so sweet
to be alive
and yet I seem to be a hurry
to get someplace else
I miss my motorcycle
it has been in the shop for a month
It is my greatest pleasure in life these days
I am even bored with pot
tired of the up and down
I have not been sleeping as much the past couple of days
I think I am starting to come round
to my natural state.

I want to ride
it is the closest thing to feeling free I have.
the weather so fine

Watching life go by

Going to break on through to the other side
any day now
I shall be released.

[SadLuckDame]

Naked sounds erotic, nude sounded artistic.

It might be about death and dying,
that's the most believable I've heard to pinpoint it.

How are you lost?
I just found you
--there you are
...........Boo!

[jackofnightmares]

I am a fortunate slob to be found by you

Boo Hoo

Me in my Klingon mask



I used think this was a great holiday
but now it just scares me
I have seen so many spooky things out on the road late at night.

[SadLuckDame]

Nice to see you, Jack.

What did you think was just a holiday? Buying the oranges and spreading cheer, living off the road instead of on? We've a purpose wherever we are, I try to believe. It's tough to knows it sometimes. Unless I'm at work, I don't leave the house. Must be due to my long list of newly acquired mental abilities.

I'm free tonite, but yet I didn't go out.
I'm hanging on my on-line game flying a dragon.
There's more in a book than outside.
It's sad, but then I'm happiest doing it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w0HArmTuVs

[SadLuckDame]

I had another dream last night. It was of my Nana who passed. I didn't recognize her at first, but with closer inspection I knew her. She was an illuminated white with a pitch black hole for her mouth; like an x-ray photo against the light, but moving. I sewed her lips together. That sounds rough, but it wasn't at all and she encouraged me to it. She hadn't any need for her mouth any longer and was proving it to me. The task became a comfort, especially in sharing it with her. It was strange, Jack. It rattled me awake.

[stilltrucking]

Cecil (mtmynd) was in my dream last night

I forgot the details.

[mtmynd]

damn.. had to have been a nightmare.

[stilltrucking]

I think it was. Maybe that is why I can't remember it.

[stilltrucking]

It was an interesting dream, something about trucking. You were on my ass about something. Kind of teasing me. Not so much a nightmare as a kind of dream. I was sure I was going to remember it because I laid there thinking about it after I woke up. But then I l got side tracked listening to the morning news and thinking about Dr Lecter at Fort Hood. Oh lordy Cecil where did all these fucking zombies come from.

[SadLuckDame]

We could blame it on the moon in cancer this time.

[mtmynd]

well, truck, i'm no authority on zombies but i think it follows that fucking zombies came from other fucking zombies. i could be wrong but i hope not. if i am wrong then i'm in the same fucking boat as you - where did all those fucking zombies come from..?

aren't zombies those that refuse to die, even with their ideas or philosophies or even religions and principles..? change is the only freedom from zombie-ville..?

[stilltrucking]

Taking my calls for AARP
medicare supplement insurance
Plenty of Zombies calling in not for insurance just to give me their opinions
They want to know why AARP is supporting that commie bastard
Rush Limbaugh and the boys are winding them up.
Limbaugh says he is just an entertainer.


Zombies are not what they used to be.
They are nice looking people these days. Well groomed rugged individualists.

A zombie is a souless creature. Freedom scares the bejeezus out of them. They need to listen to talk radio to find out what they think.

I am going to start an Opinion Mart. Call it Assholes R US.

I am not going to listen to radio or TV news for a couple of weeks. I am already sick of the story. I have the attention span of a cat. I wish I had the amygdala of a cat too.

No zombies are more alive them I am.
Not sure what I need a soul for anyway.

[SadLuckDame]

I know what you mean with the zombies. I used to see them in clusters at festivals, but I'd call them 'bugs' or 'aliens', once I'd seen the ex as one and after that I found I could never again connect with him, for if I'd try I'd see the bug leering back at me. I'd go on to explain it to my girl friends, the best description I could muster was they were soulless, so it seemed to me. They were but mere cages and empty ones at that.

I had a lot of dreams last night. One of a girl in a race. The group thought her 'overweight', but she wasn't for she'd had more muscle on her than they had combined, she showed them as I knew she would, when first impression made me think it. She tore out of the starting line and left them in dust, but half-way through she'd stopped, just froze up and decided she'd nothing to prove. She'd amazed me, a lot of guts.

Also had one of myself, I had a stop by the Yough edge. I sunk my hands down in the murky waters pulling out strange 'artifacts'. I found one that was stone words with empty spaces between the letters (as if they froze in mid air next to each other) spelling out common names of objects; like Sprawlings' and such.

Lastly I found one truly sunk in the mud of the water. It was like a small grave marker with skeletons side by side. It was difficult to see all the details, so I kept washing off the mud on it, in it's crevices. Finally, once clean, I could see it better. Up close I noticed it changed from skeletons to gentle normal items, everyday things that put together formed the skeletons.
I took a lot of interest in it.

Another dream of last nights was about my having a corset under my skin. I could not get at it to tighten it, I could feel all the 'bones' of the corset, but not my own natural bones, like my ribs. I could even see the ribbons and ties, the criss-cross of strings, but all was under my layer of skin. It bothered me quite a lot, I knew how un-natural it was and how no one else suffered the same issue as I was having. I felt helpless to adjust it or make it go away.

I've been having a lot of dreams about my body lately. I don't know why either I've such a heightened thought of my skin, bones, muscles. I used to only dream of my hair or eyes or breasts, all for symbolical reasons, I thought. But, I don't easily see where this new train of thought leads with skin, muscles, bones. Not an easy one to symbolize.

One other dream of last nights I recall is of a cliff jump. It involved the first girl (the one who'd raced) and a partner, they were making a dangerous cliff jump, very high up. I remember discussing fear with them, for they'd two wanted me to jump across with them. I told them how afraid I was. Just as I'd said it though I'd had an awakening thought that I could jump very well indeed with having fear for it'd only give me more intense drive...amazes me, but I think it ended there, don't recall if I'd jumped.

Another I'd had was of blood sucking leeches, but also of these large snails or slugs. I remember they were snails or slugs for they'd had long antenna, I just don't know if they'd had shells or not. But, they'd really latched onto my skin something savage compared to the leeches. I was surprised they'd seemed so much more draining then the creature I'd first thought would be. a brief glimpse of a blackened snake with vivid yellow stripes. I'd almost trampled on him, unawares. Someone shouted out a warning.

A very full night.

[stilltrucking]

I had a dream a couple of nights ago about being young and in love and someone in love with me in return, requited love so sweet. It was a very sweet dream but I felt a bit sad when I woke up. But grateful too. Grateful to have experienced that romantic love in my life.

There is a woman here who does not come around much these days. I worry that I almost or maybe I did ruin this place for her. I wanted to experience what it felt like to be in love again. So I imagined my self in love with her. I will never do that to another woman here again. Or if I do I will never write about it here. Only in the most oblique kind of way.

Puppy love, "don't it make you want to rock and roll all night long."

Yes you had a full night, you could charge admission to your dreams that was some tripple feature.

Ticks me off that I can't remember that dream with Cecil. I try to get something out of my dreams some insight about what is going on under the hood of my skull. Not sure if that is possible but I do believe in dreams. But I think I have to interpret my own dreams.

[stilltrucking]

all spontaneous, I write, but I watch my heart these days. I try not to solipsize women. Not their bodies I just want to fuck with their minds.

and in your belly you hold a treasure that few have ever seen.
Most of them dreams..
most of them dreams.

Always liked that song a lot Maybe the best song he wrote.
A Pirate Looks at Seventy