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Retro dreams - do you remember your dreams?

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shorthair:
shardian: yeah, life can haunt you in your sleep.

pbj: I don't know. Are you getting enough rest?


I think dreams are vital to a vibrant mind. They can also be problematic. One time, a sargent in my unit and I got into a conversation about strange things - I think it was cos my girlfriend was a witch, as well as some other things - and he told me of a guy in his unit when he was in Oki (Okinawa) that would spend his weekend in the middle of his barracks room floor (they had two- or three-man rooms, vs open squad bays) with his eyes closed as if meditating or something. From what he told me, the guy was...but more than that. He told me that the guy told him that he would go to paradise or something - he'd imagine himself in a huge field, the sun bright but not too warm, and just luxuriate in it.

The Sargent said it freaked him out when he was on duty (back when the NCO of the day would have to walk through all the rooms, periodically) and he'd find him there on the floor in his room, oblivious to everything. He wouldn't step on the floor as he walked through room, using furniture, instead.

One time, as the Sargent went into the guy's room and found a couple other guys with him, all sitting facing each other in a circle, he noticed the third one was sweating fiercely, and started shaking. Then the guy called out. I forget what, but was yelling in fear. The first guy came out of his spell and...I don't remember, exactly, but got the other dude to come out of it. The Sargent told me later on he asked the first guy what the ---fudgesicle--- happened, and it was something like this: 'he (the sweating, yelling dude) was in Hell. I had to go into Hell and pull him out. I could feel death breathing on me, on my neck, and knew if I looked i would die.'

***

I believed his story, cos I intuitively knew that, though he wanted to help the guy in bringing him into the practice, he made a bad choice. The guy wasn't ready to deal with himself.

Glaine:
See seven minutes, 30 seconds into this video. Don't even try to tell me anyone that watched this show didn't want to try that.

USSEnterprise:
Most comical (at least me) dream I ever had:

Was going to church with my grandmother (something I rarely do). She's Catholic. I dreamed said church had a huge arch in front with a large LED display on top. The display registered the number of sins one had on them as they entered the church, and then gave a dollar amount to remove said sins. I never got a chance to walk through, I woke up.

My mind is not politically correct, even in sleep.

horseboy:

--- Quote from: shorthair on May 24, 2007, 09:33:24 pm ---I think dreams are vital to a vibrant mind. They can also be problematic. One time, a sargent in my unit and I got into a conversation about strange things - I think it was cos my girlfriend was a witch, as well as some other things - and he told me of a guy in his unit when he was in Oki (Okinawa) that would spend his weekend in the middle of his barracks room floor (they had two- or three-man rooms, vs open squad bays) with his eyes closed as if meditating or something. From what he told me, the guy was...but more than that. He told me that the guy told him that he would go to paradise or something - he'd imagine himself in a huge field, the sun bright but not too warm, and just luxuriate in it.

The Sargent said it freaked him out when he was on duty (back when the NCO of the day would have to walk through all the rooms, periodically) and he'd find him there on the floor in his room, oblivious to everything. He wouldn't step on the floor as he walked through room, using furniture, instead.

One time, as the Sargent went into the guy's room and found a couple other guys with him, all sitting facing each other in a circle, he noticed the third one was sweating fiercely, and started shaking. Then the guy called out. I forget what, but was yelling in fear. The first guy came out of his spell and...I don't remember, exactly, but got the other dude to come out of it. The Sargent told me later on he asked the first guy what the ---fudgesicle--- happened, and it was something like this: 'he (the sweating, yelling dude) was in Hell. I had to go into Hell and pull him out. I could feel death breathing on me, on my neck, and knew if I looked i would die.'

***

I believed his story, cos I intuitively knew that, though he wanted to help the guy in bringing him into the practice, he made a bad choice. The guy wasn't ready to deal with himself.

--- End quote ---

So you are telling me that you heard a secondhand account of 3 dudes that got into a circle and meditated or something (it was meditating, but more than that) and one dude meditated his way to hell and the other dude also meditated his way to hell to save him, and you believe it?

Really?

3 lonely womenless dudes sitting in a circle sweating profusely... meditating sounds like an excuse to me.

shorthair:
Glaine: that host is out there, man. And lookit that rooster head he's got. Curious how the white kid knows pretty much all the history-like questions, but ONE ---smurfing--- second of music and the black kid KNOWS it....except he can't say it too well. This is totally an education on culture of the time.

USS: funny, man.

horseboy: have you been in any branch of the military, let alone the Marine Corps?

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