My Deepest Fear

Everyone dreams - it's a part of reality. BUT, once in a while, you dream something so real, so terrifying, that it's scary.

Dreams are something people have to deal with. I spent years dreaming of 'dead people' until I realised, they're not really dead.

I don't worry about dreams where I'm falling without control (learned to deal with them) - fuck it, I'm like Neo in The Matrix - "there is no spoon".

I can manage the 'running but never moving forward' stuff, drowning in a lake under ice, blah, blah, blah.

I can cope with the 'falling forever' thing too, in a 'flying in a blue dream' kind of way (extra points for the guitarist)

I can even make dreams go backwards - in a 'rewind' sort of way.

What I don't like is violence. The reason being, it might manifest itself in reality. I don't like what I can be.

"Make cakes not war!"

Chocolate sponges with raspberry filling would be nice :))

And, your favourite freaky dream is ????

Strange Dreams

Regular visitors to Goth World will know that I have some strange dreams. Squirrels on skateboards with machine guns, cow-pat frisby competitions etc but the latest one is interesting for a single principle, which should become apparent as you read the following.

It's not often that I indulge in chocolate. Not being female, it doesn't give the same blast of pheromones (or the squidgy bit that follows) so I don't go in search of chocolate love - but occassionally I dabble with Black Magic.

Anyhow, I was dreaming, about nice things for a change, instead of dead people. In my dream, I had this really large chocolate muffin - the sort that contains liquid chocolate inside it so that when you pierce the fluffy chocolate exterior, liquid chocolate oozes or squirts out (depending on how you poke it).

So, in my dream, I am looking at this muffin and marvelling at it's beauty but can't decide whether to pour cream over it, or ice cream or ..... there's a thought, the lovely cherry sauce that I brought back from Vienna. Hence, I pick up the bottle of cherry sauce and pour it over my lovely, hot muffin.

Except

It's not cherry sauce, it's olive oil

DOH

Then, I suddenly thought - 'Hold on a minute, this is a dream - not reality'. So I said "Fuck off, this is my dream and I will do what I want" and it was like running a film backwards - the olive oil retreated back into the bottle leaving my lovely muffin as it was.

It's not something I have done before in my dreams but I have to say, I was fucking impressed.

I don't even know if I ate the muffin after all but Mariposa was happy that I woke up with a smile on my face.

WAKE UP - Rage Against The Machine

oh, btw, what was your strangest dream?

AND, being a twat, I am making this a TAG, and so I tag:-

Tippler
Johnny Gihad
Princess
Zoe or her twat
Minky

Do it, don't do it - I don't actually give a fuck, just thought it was an amusing idea

I Have a Dream

I had a dream, a crazy dream, it seemed so real or so it seemed... I have a dream..

Not in the Martin Luther King variety of world peace and all that shit, nope, mine involves squirrels, on skateboards with machine guns. I don't bloody know why the squirrels have skateboards or how they managed to buy them. I mean, if you're a squirrel it involves running up and down trees in a frantic manner so surely you wouldn't have time to apply for a credit card.

Even if you did, the negotiations would be a little bit weird - "Two acorns a month in interest, you're taking the piss aren't you?". But assuming you, as a squirrel, got your credit card (let's call it Acorn for now), how the fuck would you sign for things? I mean, squirrels are clever and deft little creatures but, they can't write. I suppose they could have a PINE code and just tap it into the machine with their little paws.

Ok, so assuming the squirrel has the Acorn card, and could tap his PINE code into the card reader - where the hell would he go shopping for a skateboard...and why?

Alright, supposing the rodent could handle surfing down the tree, how the fuck would he get it back up again? Anyway, the squirrel is at the shop....buying, his skateboard with his acorn card - he then decides to purchase a machine gun.

Why?

Surely, one's concentration would be focussed on staying on the skateboard, not what you could shoot whilst riding it. But NO, the squirrel in my dream was clearly on a skateboard with a machine gun. So my question is why?

Why have strange dreams?
Why try to interpret them?
What happened in the end? (I woke up before I found out)

Over to you peeps - strange dreams or reality checks?

a luego,
S

ps no drugs were harmed in the formulation of this dream