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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 11, 2017 2:12:33 GMT -5
Heh 'cheese induced potential dreaming occasions' Only I speak like this... Well, what 7 billion people on Earth? Obviously , someone else somewhere constructs phrases similar and/or identical to mine. www.worldometers.info/world-population/Don't view website on Acid |
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 18:36:46 GMT -5
I purchased some Stilton cheese this evening... Arriving: Friday, July 14 - Tuesday, July 18 Can't wait!! Just noticed , awesome . You are in for a rewarding 'treat' I normally try to eat mine 30 minutes before I go to sleep. Translation : If I'm going to go to sleep I may just have some cheese and crackers beforehand. |
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 18:45:25 GMT -5
Stilton enhanced DREAMS
So, I had eaten Stilton beforehand
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I have these dreams , nightmares really.
Where , I know that I am dreaming , I know that I am having a nightmare , I'm trying to wake up because I can't move and I briefly cannot wake up.
Wrap your head around this one.
I'm dreaming and trying to wake up, I wake up in my dream only to realize that I am dreaming.
I cannot move , it's a nightmare.
Nothing is happening.
It's just a nightmare.
I'm trying to wake up.
I wake up.
That's TWICE in what, Two Weeks? That I woke from a dream in a dream and continued to dream.
WTF?
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 19:00:45 GMT -5
I'm having another nightmare.
I cannot move.
In the dream I'm having difficulty moving in my dream.(AGAIN? Dreaming that I'm dreaming )
In the dream I'm having difficulty moving in my dream.
I've experienced this before.
I know that a malignant , "Evil" spirit is attacking me in some manner.
I adjust my position. Now I can feel the invisible spirit.
The spirit is definitely attacking me.
I wake up and leave my room.
I'm taking with a female roommate and notice that she now has at least five cats.
I'm counting the cats.
The fifth one is walking up on a kitchen counter.
I start to explain to her that we could be legally "evicted" for having too many cats because of the homeowners association policy.
She says, "Fine, I'll just leave."
I Lightly poke a spoon into her neck.
WTF?
We continue to argue about her cats.
She says "I'm bleeding."
I'm thinking , Oh Shit , from the spoon?
I notice she is wearing a flowing flower print dress.
I'm looking for blood, glancing at her dress.
I don't see any.
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 19:02:09 GMT -5
WTF I had TWO consecutive dreams where I was dreaming within a dream?
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 19:08:02 GMT -5
Dreaming
I leave my house.
I'm carrying a sign.
I'm not quite sure what it says on the sign.
Someone is following me.
We briefly argue about my sign and what it says.
I change the writing on the sign.
Now we are walking together.
The person is walking behind me.
My sign now reads...
"How the FUCK to FOLLOW"
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 19:11:16 GMT -5
That third dream, I really , really like.
Someone is following me and I'm carrying a sign that reads "How the FUCK to FOLLOW."
Performance Art in my dream.
That's fucking entertainment on a David Lynch scale.
Not free entertainment , Stilton induced.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 13, 2017 23:59:54 GMT -5
Mine came from them too.
Packed like an organ. Dedicated styrofoam container , ice packs.
Always arrives early.
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Heh, You and I both ate cheese before sleeping yesterday.
Where's my free commission cheese Igourmet, hmmmn?
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 17, 2017 21:17:27 GMT -5
Two more cheese dreams to post...
Update soon.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 18, 2017 1:16:36 GMT -5
Dream mostly forgotten ...Cheese Dream
-People are drinking -
-Some sort of drug is also being taken by many present-
I recognize many of these people.
My brother Roger is there.
Some sold out concert is taking place at a nearby stadium.
My brother is not the performer.
Inexplicably I'm explaining to an old female friend that I do not disclose personal addresses or personal contact information of anyone without their expressed approval beforehand.
Quite suddenly, I see a hand repeatedly slam a bronze colored .45 semi-auto pistol on a table.
Now, I'm watching someone attempt to sneak into the sold out concert via skydiving.
It's interesting because I have a bird's-eye view as they exit their plane, then my view follows them from behind and above as they descend in their parachute.
They land in a parking area . An area where tickets have already been collected.
Their parachute is small and the design on the parachute is identical to numerous parisols scattered throughout the area.
Somebody obviously thought this through.
Considerable effort and expense just to gain entry to a sold out concert.
It appears that they successfully gained entrance.
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 18, 2017 2:02:49 GMT -5
Cheese Dream
So, somehow I am with my Dad "Doc".
We go somewhere and I purchase a rather large truck.
It is not a dually pick-up truck.
It just has a large "feeling" to it in the dream.
I am now driving the truck.
I am supposed to be meeting "Doc" somewhere.
I'm driving up and down hills.
I originally thought that we were in Arizona.
These hills are identical to Mt. Soledad in San Diego.
Suddenly , the truck is going downhill fast in reverse.
I cannot slow or stop the truck.
It is careening fast down this hill.
I know that I will crash.
I brace for impact.
I careen down an alley in reverse.
At about 60MPH!
The truck rams into an empty, Navy blue dumpster.
The dumpster and truck bed crumple absorbing most of the force upon impact.
I 'think' to myself , glad that dumpster was empty.
The dumpster is next to a 'shady' auto-body repair shop.
The crash mildly damages a fence belonging to the auto-body shop.
The dumpster is completely destroyed, crumpled into a large disfigured heap.
An auto-body repairman exits the shop office and aggressively demands some form of compensation.
I have a large sum of cash in my wallet.
I also have another large sum of cash, unclear as to where.Possibly in an envelope.
I have two cellphones.
I am not about to just give this 'shady' repairman in this 'shady' area. Especially , sans any documentation.
I have a lot of cash. More than ample to cover damages.
I attempt to use the cellphones.
Both digital screens are damaged and unreadable.
I cannot see who that I am dialing.
I can only dial random numbers from my phon's contacts.
I manage to reach 'Doc'.
I tell him what has happened and give him a general location as to where that I am.
There is a large female in the auto-body repair shop and she witnesses it when I grab the large 'envelope' or whatever it was with the other sum of cash.
I also pick up my two damaged cellphones.
I go outside and 'slink' away.
I am now trying to make my way through this extremely 'shady' area.
It's all auto-body repair , and general auto repair shops.
Most likely many are illegal chop shops for stolen vehicles.
Somehow, I am now in the passenger seat of a 'turf-truck'.
I recognize him as an old acquaintance.
'Turf-trucks' were never my style.
However this is a high quality 'turf-truck'.
Very good sound system. Saying something for a 'turf-truck' generally.
I make particular note of a CD deck in the dash and an oddly placed, vertical cassette deck located beneath the steering column.
I am feeling uneasy with this situation.
I don't trust this guy.
I ask how much this truck set him back.
"6'000 fully customized."
I 'think' not my style , but certainly a bargain at $6'000.
I notice a .45 caliber semi-auto pistol.
I exit the truck.
I rapidly make my way through the 'shady' area again.
I reach 'upscale' homes again similar to those found on Mt Soledad in San Diego.
I reach a driveway.
The driveway is over crowded with customized vehicles.
The sort of customization favored by those with large sums of disposeable, untaxed , and illegal income.
As I am making my way through this driveway a 'excaliber' type customized convertible pulls up.
Occupied by a male driver and female passenger.
I am 'sensing' that this is 'Not Good.'
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 18, 2017 2:19:06 GMT -5
A note: I am currently arguing with my brothers distribution company.
They have stopped responding at all.
They have delivered nothing that I ordered and paid for.
They are not updating customers as to when their delayed vinyl copy will arrive.
The CD was released June 30th.
I received a CD from Amazon 11am June 30th.
I ordered everything through my brothers own distribution platform June 3rd.
They sent nothing.
They 'figured' since vinyl is delayed they'll ship everything when vinyl is ready.
That's ridiculous and greed, purely to save additional shipping costs.
Their shipping prices are already unusually high.
I suppose telling them in an email that this is a "swindle" didn't help.
They are used to dealing with rabid fans.
Obviously , because they attempted to say 'we take offense at calling our transaction a swindle."
Like I'm going to backtrack and kiss their ass.
What do you call it when you promise to deliver a product by a certain date, take customers money, don't deliver the product as promised and keep the customers money? AND knowing by their own admission 'this happens every time, the vinyl is always delayed. We have no control over vinyl production company.'?
You fucking knew, you expected a delay AND still promised to deliver AND still accepted customers money under FALSE PRETENSE?
There is a word for that.
Oh, that's right SWINDLE
Fucking imbecile, don't admit to a dissatisfied customer 'that this happens every time.'
That's moronic , to attempt to lay blame on the vinyl production company.
You received advance orders and promised to deliver.
(My luck , someone very close to Roger is who wrote that response. And she will read this.)
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If you knew 'vinyl production is delayed every time.' don't take orders and promise deliver until you actually have the product.
It isn't rocket science.
AND to unnecessarily delay everything that I ordered with a delayed item?
That's greed, pure and simple.
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You bet, I'm pist.
I am more pist that his name is on this transaction.
He owns that distribution platform.
This is what happens when you become lazy with customer service because your usual customers are rabid fans.
Walking on them isn't offensive , they often appreciate it.
It's an exciting extended 'relationship' for a fan.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 20, 2017 0:46:51 GMT -5
Quite a lot, marked, increase in dream activity.
I don't recall them.
THEM
However, I know that I had an unusual amount of short, intense dreams lately
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 20, 2017 21:08:48 GMT -5
Aww fuck...
I had almost typed out an entire dream and accidentally hit the browser forward button.
Later, 2 more dreams.
1 short
1 unusually long.
Though, I do frequently have near feature length dreams.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 22, 2017 22:32:00 GMT -5
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 22, 2017 22:32:48 GMT -5
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 24, 2017 21:52:34 GMT -5
Dream
So, I am moving in to a new place.
It appears similar to a motel lay-out.
An inexpensive motel lay-out.
It also appears, oddly enough, that I will be sharing my room with a female sleeping in a separate bed.
Even more strange, my mother is moving in to a different area of the house.
It is clear that I own the residence.
I have moved most of my property in previous to their arrival.
My mom and I get in to some sort of argument.
I never even so much as touch her.
I had made a point to keep several feet between us while we argued.
Nevertheless , she runs away screaming "He, poked me.He poked me."
I know what her intent is.
She intends to lie to the police, have me arrested and quite potentially sent to prison for a significant amount of time.
Some plainclothes police arrive.
I'm concerned about not having my wallet on me.
I believe that my wallet is in my room.
I am concerned specifically because I believe most likely I will be arrested.
One of the plainclothes officers is female and she keeps rolling her eyes as my mom is telling her 'what happened'.
The police don't believe her.
The police still arrest me.
I find myself in county jail.
I am getting comfortable, this could be awhile.
If I take this to trial I could be here for more than two full years.
I fully intend to take this to trial.
I'm concerned about her facing potential charges for filing a false report.
I don't care, this time. What's the worst-case scenario if that happens.
I'm easily facing a ten year sentence.
I'm thinking about how to contact my banks to attempt to arrange one of them to deposit money into my commissary account.
Surely, one of them will.
I am called out from where that I am housed in the county jail and released.
It is unclear if I am still to answer for these false charges.
I do recall being concerned that my property on the outside was not secure.
I arrive back at the unusual living arrangement.
There is a couch in my bedroom.
Some unknown female is lounging and watching television.
She has just made herself comfortable watching television as if this is an entertainment room.
The plainclothes police are there.
The same officers that didn't believe her lying initial account as to 'what happened'.
They are looking at her property and remarking how unusual it is for someone with her income.
She mentions savings and annuity.
Bad move.
They nearly in tandem remark how they will personally recommend to her income source that it be suspended until she meets income requirements.
The plainclothes officers leave.
I am checking my property.
I shut my bedroom door.
When I do so, the doorknob just falls off on the inside.
I then notice that the door is quite damaged and large cracks in the door are mildly visible.
Someone has attempted to conceal the door cracks by plastering over them.
I'm arguing with my 'Mom' again.
I'm complaining about "Doc".
I look up and standing outside the house is my aunt Janet, "Doc's" sister.
My Mom says "Doc" has died, "Doc" is dead."
Aunt Janet covers her face and walks away crying.
I go to my room.
For whatever reason I am barricading the door.
I remove a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses that have a neoprene band on them.
I set them on a dresser that has two more pair of sunglasses with identical neoprene sunglass bands on them.
I am now speaking with some random person who is informing me that I am moving.
I then argue with my 'Mom' and this person.
How am I moving, this is my place?
Next I am arguing with this person who is attempting to say that standard veterans benefits are less than social security.
Ridiculous.
I laugh, and tell her that she is incorrect.
(FYI Veterans benefits are larger AND Veterans are eligible to collect BOTH veterans benefits and social security benefits simultaneously).
I start to google it on a desktop computer.
The internet doesn't work on the desktop for some reason.
I grab a tablet and begin to google pay rates and schedules.
She is leaving.
I am attempting to show her how bad that she is misinformed before that she leaves.
I wake up.
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FYI that is an unusually long dream , sans cheese
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 24, 2017 22:03:39 GMT -5
Dream 2
I'm watching a concert of my brother from the audience.
At some point , the band is apparently going to introduce "Doc" to the crowd.
Strange.
They have chairs positioned on stage.
They are set up in two rows of three facing the audience.
One row directly behind the first row.
The band members are rotating around these chairs.
Sitting in them, then getting up and sitting in a different chair.
They are purposefully leaving the front and center chair vacant.
Suddenly , there are now at least ten chairs.
The center chairs remain vacant.
An older man with nearly shoulder length, long, straight , grey hair makes his way to the center chair.
I think "That is not Doc".
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 25, 2017 23:33:39 GMT -5
Coincidence?
Two days following my above complaint about delay of items not related to delayed vinyl...
An email from his sales department notification that everything is shipped ...Vinyl is the exception .They are 'furious' but the vinyl should be ready at end of August.
Only two months past official release.
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I sent them a suggestion email for further releases.
1. Calculate likely expected release day sales of Vinyl.
2. Produce 1-500 copies in ADVANCE of release date
3. Number them sequentially
4. Offer them as a Limited release guaranteed release day delivery vinyl ... No additional charge
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My limited edition release day T-shirt arrived today
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 30, 2017 13:18:19 GMT -5
The sales department also sent an email thanking me for my ideas relevant to potential future releases on vinyl.
Even if ideas aren't possible it's quite nice of them to take the time to thank me for the suggestions.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 30, 2017 13:56:56 GMT -5
A little fragmented
Some kind of incarceration in what appears to be an old shopping mall.
I am penniless and explaining to another penniless person that I have not had anything to eat in days.
I know that a Coca-Cola costs .50 cents and cigarettes cost a dime.
There is this corner , this corner area people do not frequent.
I walk into a room and 'feel' change supernaturally 'drop' into my right front pocket.
There is a brief image of a dragon.
I reach my hand into my pocket and discover that I now have six dimes that miraculously appeared in my pocket.
What luck, enough for a Coca-Cola and a smoke.
I find myself by the conveniently located Coca-Cola machine placing 5 dimes in it.
Now I am back at the corner that is not frequented.
There are small pock-marked holes in the floor.
Dirty, grungy holes that...
Well look at that , most holes have grungy , dirt covered individual coins in them.
I begin collecting the coins.
There are a lot of dimes.
Occasional quarters , rare nickels and sometimes a penny.
I am back at the Coca-Cola machine.
I accidentally place a quarter in it.
I only had one.
Apparently this machine doesn't make change.
I explain to someone that is preparing to buy a Coca-Cola with a dollar bill that I already put a quarter into the machine.
This confuses the hell out of them for some reason.
I am back in the grungy corner searching for a nickel because somehow a nickel will remedy the situation.
Now someone tells me I 'can't' do something.
It is clear that I know this person.
I know this person quite well.
They are a highly competent instructor.
I tell them that I no longer care to associate with them at all.
I explain that it is my personal choice not to associate with people that tell anyone that they 'cannot' do anything.
I say 'cannot' really? Think about it. Anything is possible we have been to the moon.
Next I'm talking with a highly competent individual.
I'm oddly talking to him about Ranger school.
I'm telling him that Army Ranger school is not that tough but...
Ranger school is harder than most situations that you will likely encounter after Ranger school.
Now I am watching some strange Ranger school segment/evolution where the candidate is assigned the task of catching a small mechanical flying bird.
A mechanical bird similar to a quail.
It runs fast and will occasionally jump and fly about five feet.
The candidate must catch it by hand.
It is a pass or fail exercise.
The mechanical bird appears to be powered by a small amount of fire that shoots from the rear of its body.
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Odd dreams
Heh, I even argue in my dreams
I especially like
"'Cannot' really? Think about it we have been to the moon."
And
"I'm incarcerated in an old shopping mall."
Sounds like song lyrics to me
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Post by OrangeJulius on Jul 30, 2017 22:21:46 GMT -5
And so...
I'm in a grocery store.
I discover that I forgot my wallet and my padlock?
I cannot find my cellphone either.
I strangely cannot recall the last time that I saw my phone , my backpack or even if I already did my grocery shopping.
Marilyn Manson says that I can use his cellphone and to program in my home number so that he will have it.
I attempt to call my cellphone from Marilyn Manson's unusual cellphone.
Instead of dialing the number I entered the high-end cellphone takes me to the website that corresponds to that number.
Apparently there are websites for everyone's actual phone number.
At some point during all of this there was an urgent need to find a toilet.
I wake up.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 1, 2017 6:55:47 GMT -5
More Stilton on the way...Oddly, the price has been modestly reduced
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 3, 2017 10:14:23 GMT -5
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 7, 2017 7:12:18 GMT -5
I'm Jonesin
Now really jonesin, thanks Joe Rogan.
My cheese is taking an unusual amount of time...
Edit to add:
Sweet!!!
Amazon says it will be delivered today ... original delivery date was by the eleventh ...It's always early
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 9, 2017 0:49:33 GMT -5
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 12, 2017 2:53:15 GMT -5
Don't recall much ...
Dream
I was watching an Ozzy Osbourne live concert...I remarkably noticed how small the attendance was, there were paper concert flyers tacked to the columns throughout the concert venue. The concert was in a shopping mall underground parking garage.
All I recall , cheese induced , fun dream
Unfortunately , no crowd of naked women throwing little pickles...
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Post by OrangeJulius on Aug 13, 2017 10:45:57 GMT -5
Don't recall what this deleted video was
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Post by OrangeJulius on Sept 3, 2017 18:45:13 GMT -5
What I don't like about Jordan Peterson is he speaks authoritatively about his theories and speculation as if they are scientific fact.
There is no distinction in his speeches between things accepted as scientific fact and his own personal speculation.
Yes, a very , very intelligent psychology professor ,though turn it down a notch...
By his own frequent admission , his IQ is shy of genius and IQ decreases as we age.
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Post by OrangeJulius on Sept 3, 2017 18:51:04 GMT -5
That last order of Stilton markedly did not produce MANY dreams that I was able to write down.(different cheese supplier)
There was a party here and someone , not knowing the cheese was not just cheese and important to me, left it outside the refrigerator ...Then when they 'remembered' that they left it out, they just threw it away.
That's their story and they're sticking to it.
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