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[stilltrucking]

The Future of a Delusion by Sigmund Fudd
or maybe it was by Freud
or maybe it was an Illusion

sometimes I take It to far
sometimes I don't take it at all
All I know for sure is that if
G_d has a FaceBook page I would want to be It's Friend
I think I heard a big bang
and saw a great light in the east today
coming from the direction Nagasaki

[stilltrucking]

by stilltrucking » Sun Apr 28, 2013 11:10 pm

I should never say never
I should say sometimes I can not relate to what you have written wrote or write, but I get impulsive when I been into the bitter herbs.
and I reply with what ever images come to mind.
so many of my posts are off topic and inane, I shudder to think of my 18,109 posts on studio eight. I been working through them.
I do that to the poets I admire most on studio eight so many come to mind saw constantine mingo you doreen hester pryne judi h wireman rev rabbit sweetwater, mnaz. too many to say,

Please lord don't let me be misunderstood



Rode my bike 21 miles this week so all is not a total waist.
I can bend over and tie my shoe laces, I can even reach around and do my paperwork when I am finished/
I am a limber fellow these days
speaking of wastes I can button my genes
I am re-programing my genome
from ass-whole
to holy molly

[stilltrucking]

Or that I am trapped in a job that I was actually fired from in real life. Those upset me terribly because there is nothing to be done about it, no monster that needs defeating, no killer at my door, no way out of regular every day life. Even when I stop and say "Hey this isn't how its supposed to go." It doesn't work. The scenery may change, but I wont wake up... actually I can't wake up, and the dream usually shifts to me in bed (not my normal bedroom) and screaming for help.

Worst nightmares are the mundane ones that is for sure.

that is why I dread those happy dreams that make me want to roll over and keep dreaming rather than wake up to the same old shit. I just quit a job that made me feel like that.


Happy dreams in Jail are a bitch too, dream you are free as a bird running down the road and wake up and still be between those walls. That is why The Great bank robber Willie Sutton loved Kerouac. Kerouac knew freedom. He knew time.

Most people's nightmares are good dreams for me. I can watch horror movies and not be scared, (wigged out by bugs is different than scared ) because I know what it takes to make that blood, or a decapitating effect. So in my dreams I can be chased by monsters, turn into a monster, see all kinds of blood.

There would be no really good evil horror movies without the church.

Nietzsche died for my sins, and Jesus wept for me, so I fear no evil in that lonesome valley. Fear of the unknown, of evil, is so cultural. One cultures bogey man is another's hero. So it seems to me as I try to make the leap from my pre frontal cortex to my amygdala. fear and anxiety is a bitch.* how many girls have starved themselves to death.

Those upset me terribly because there is nothing to be done about it, no monster that needs defeating, no killer at my door, no way out of regular every day life. Even when I stop and say "Hey this isn't how its supposed to go." It doesn't work. The scenery may change, but I wont wake up... actually I can't wake up, and the dream usually shifts to me in bed (not my normal bedroom) and screaming for help.

You must have one hell of a job makes me think of The Banality of Evil, Hannah Arendt description of hell being not fire and brimstone but a nasty office.


Naked dreams are spookiest for me. I am either dead or having a good time.


thank you for taking a ride on the jhanna express, not sure what it all means
but anytime I got something to read is a good time for me.
What I guess we are really talking about here is FEAR &Anxiety.

fear/amygdala anxiety/pre-frontalcortex, dots that are hardly connected.*
http://www.cns.nyu.edu/ledoux/slide_sho ... Brains.htm


http://www.cns.nyu.edu/ledoux/slide_sho ... Brains.htm

"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery-- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
Virginia Woolf
"O eternal everywhere, O eternal nowhere, O eternal—in-vain!"
http://www.google.com/webhp?source=sear ... 80&bih=631


"Thou art my shadow!" said he at last sadly

http://www.google.com/#hl=en&sugexp=les ... 80&bih=631


http://www.cns.nyu.edu/ledoux/slide_sho ... Brains.htm

the synaptic self image



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjhCPhhz ... re=related





Most people wake up because of the body's reaction to the fear of being harmed, the adrenaline rush is usually enough to wake you so you don't have to go through it.

Many people will say no you never actually die or get hurt in your dreams and that you will wake up before every time... but that isn't true.

I myself have been harmed and have died in my dreams. I believe the reason is that I have a far different reaction than others to dreams. I did some role playing and acting when I was younger as well as did some stage craft behind the scenes making props, and stage managing the actors. I was always interested in special effects and watched many shows on how they make things look like they do. I believe its because of those experiences that my dreams are so vivid and yet don't scare me. Most people's nightmares are good dreams for me. I can watch horror movies and not be scared, (wigged out by bugs is different than scared ) because I know what it takes to make that blood, or a decapitating effect. So in my dreams I can be chased by monsters, turn into a monster, see all kinds of blood and gore, even be beaten up (feeling some pain but not as bad as it should be) or even be killed and not be affected negatively because I both know what it takes to make the effects, and have acted so its more like my dreams are movies I star in rather than nightmares. Also I have the ability to do what's called lucid dreaming. If something goes terribly wrong I can usually stop and say "Hey that's not how its supposed to go" and change the direction of the dream. I have actually explained to other people IN the dream how the scene is supposed to go and why.

My nightmares are all about real life people in real life situations who hate me, even if they don't actually hate me in real life (like my husband or other family), the nightmare will make them hate me. Or that I am trapped in a job that I was actually fired from in real life. Those upset me terribly because there is nothing to be done about it, no monster that needs defeating, no killer at my door, no way out of regular every day life. Even when I stop and say "Hey this isn't how its supposed to go." It doesn't work. The scenery may change, but I wont wake up... actually I can't wake up, and the dream usually shifts to me in bed (not my normal bedroom) and screaming for help.

I much prefer being murdered in my dreams to that any day.


Most people wake up because of the body's reaction to the fear of being harmed, the adrenaline rush is usually enough to wake you so you don't have to go through it.

Many people will say no you never actually die or get hurt in your dreams and that you will wake up before every time... but that isn't true.

Constantine a poet here on studio eight were discussing that very subject, he said once he had to awaken from a dream or he would have died in his sleep. I have to see if I can find that bit and quote him verbatim. Thank you for taking the time to reply. Enjoyed reading you and speculating about high school girls and Twilight.


I would like to ramble a bit on the subject of dreams. I love my dreams, I am at a good time in my life, my golden years, I have the time to write about them.




Most people's nightmares are good dreams for me. I can watch horror movies and not be scared, (wigged out by bugs is different than scared ) because I know what it takes to make that blood, or a decapitating effect. So in my dreams I can be chased by monsters, turn into a monster, see all kinds of blood.

I love my nightmares, they are cheap entertainment.
I am not much on horror movies except for the ones about the Catholic Church. There would be no really good evil horror movies without the church.

I used to work the graveyard shift in a truck stop convience store. They had a rack of crime/docu-murder books. I must have read ten by Anne Rule.


What I guess we are really talking about here is FEAR.

Nietzsche died for my sins, and Jesus wept for me, so I fear no evil in that lonesome valley. Fear of the unknown, of evil, is so cultural. One cultures boogey man is another's hero. So it seems to me as I try to make the leap from my pre frontal cortex to my amygdala. fear and anxiety is a bitch. how many girls have starved themselves to death.


Those upset me terribly because there is nothing to be done about it, no monster that needs defeating, no killer at my door, no way out of regular every day life. Even when I stop and say "Hey this isn't how its supposed to go." It doesn't work. The scenery may change, but I wont wake up... actually I can't wake up, and the dream usually shifts to me in bed (not my normal bedroom) and screaming for help.

I much prefer being murdered in my dreams to that any day.

Worst nightmares are the mundane that is for sure.
Jail nightmares are a bitch, dream you are free as a bird running down the road and wake up and still be between those walls. That is why The Great bank robber Willie Sutton loved Kerouac.

That is why I hate happy dreams, I wake up to my waking nightmare, I have outlived kerouac by twenty five years and have done nothing with the time except have some good times.
I would rather commit murder in my dreams than be awake to that.

I don't watch slasher movies anymore not since the Vietnam war.

I am not a veteran of that war.


Naked dreams are spookiest for me. I am either dead or having a good time.

[SadLuckDame]

Had nightmare last night, actually, spooked me right awake. It was layers and layers of a house and I climbed each floor until the top floor, once there and confronted with a bad scene that I didn't want to have the conflict with, I retreated and slipped out and back down through all the layers of floors to the downstairs again.

Woke right up and thought of all the ways I should have confronted it, but too late, I was already awake.

[jackofnightmares]

please pardon the user name, I got a reason, probably

I don't regret my dreams, you went as far with it as you could. as Jung and or Freud talked about the dreaming brain as an artist. whatever you had to confront in the dream you did, anything else is for your consciousness to deal with if that makes any sense. I had a nightmare about my true love, but it maybe was not
When I awoke I wondered if she was still alive. Felt a sense of loss. I hardly think about her anymore, one of those dry bones I mentioned but there she was in a dream out of the blue last week.
I forgot to mention creative soul.

dream on amiga

[Hypatia]

Re: Feb ku
Postby Hypatia » 51 minutes ago


haiku dream
of blood chords
with heart beats alarm

sleeping and breathing
when one stops
a sudden wake up?

forgotten now
but not lost entirely
Should have wrote it down