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Jack Straw wrote:I've had a lot of fucked up dreams, but never one about sports.

It's POSSIBLE I am self-editing and the one about sports are really about bitch-fucking.

I would like to re-visit this thread to simply say that piracetam is one of the single greatest improvements to my life. I can't say enough good things about it. I want to take it for the rest of my life. I never want to go back to the way things were before, ever.

Was I dreaming, or was this supposed to be a daily feature?

ChainGangGuy wrote:Was I dreaming, or was this supposed to be a daily feature?

Well, at the beginning I said I was gonna try it for a couple months. I ran out of piracetam, though, and it seemed pointless to have a dream log when they weren't going to be vivid.

Then, when I got another jar of them, I didn't update the thread because all of my dreams were of you, Gerrit. They were of you.

I got my nootropics on Saturday. :)

I was out for about a couple weeks. Had to conserve. The guy selling them was gonna be out of town. Then there was Labor Day and everything else.

I freaked out Friday night. I ordered another batch from a secondary vitamin store on the Internet. So I got those coming too.

I love the way my brain feels now. I put the "tack" in attack dose talking about it like this I KNOW but I don't care. I love living in 2009. I absolutely love living in what before was just a science fictiony future.

=)

I notice you have stopped dreaming, not a good sign.



THE
DANGER WILL ROBINSON DANGER
AARDVARK

What have I left to dream, Vark?

I survived the economic depression.
I have known love of a kind that most mortal men will never experience.
I have the wittiest, most-engaging and best friends in the world.
I have achieved every single goal I've ever set for myself.

What is there left to dream about, my friend?

Dream the impossible dream!




THE
LA MANCHA
AARDVARK

Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:What is there left to dream about, my friend?

Saints winning the Super Bowl?

Roswell 51ers winning fantasy football?

Let's not get crazy here.

gsdgsd wrote:

Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:What is there left to dream about, my friend?

Saints winning the Super Bowl?

Roswell 51ers winning fantasy football?

Haha! One of those two things ACTUALLY happened!

...

... NOW what the fuck is there left to dream about, gsdgsd?

I had the coolest dream a month or two ago. I wrote this down the following morning.

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In my dream, I was some sort of army guy being chased down a mountainside through the woods. There were people chasing me, people I needed to shoot. About the time I realized I didn’t have a gun, I found a rifle hidden underneath some leaves. I ducked behind some rocks and aimed my rifle at my pursuers, but then realized I didn’t have any bullets. I kept moving down the mountainside and found some clips full of bullets sitting on a rock. That’s when I realized someone was helping me by leaving things lying around in the forest. This continued for a while. When I got hungry, someone left me food. When I got cold, someone left me a blanket.

When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I found a small cabin. I ducked inside and peeked out the window. At the top of the mountain I could see someone else running for their life. Somehow I knew they needed a rifle, so I ran back up the mountain and planted the rifle where that person would find it. Then I realized I hadn’t left any bullets, so I pulled out some clips and set them on a rock.

This continued all the way down the mountain until I realized that the person coming down the mountain was also me — another “meâ€￾. A “meâ€￾ before me had been the one to leave all those things out for me to find, and now it was my job to help the next “meâ€￾ down the mountain — and, no doubt, that “meâ€￾ would then return the favor for the “meâ€￾ after that.

Sigmund Freud would have said that was fucked up! Got the Bill and Ted thing working. I would be a-scaird to post my weird ass dreams on the internet.


THE
SNAKE WEARING A VEST
AARDVARK

Jack Straw wrote:Huh.

I've had a lot of fucked up dreams, but never one about sports.

Well, good for you, I guess. I never had a dream about murdering my entire family.