RaymondCarver
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My first thought was: is this normal? For me, yes. I learned long ago about the Lucidity Institute and how they help people to experience lucid dreaming.
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Suddenly, I'm at a national college-level scholastic political summit and cultural trip. We're in a museum that requires an elevator ride, much like the Empire State building, to one of the top floors to reveal beautiful, intelligent pieces. The entire place is well lit and seemingly over lit. Lights surround the perimeter of the walls where they meet the ceiling, and each art piece featured has its own spot lighting. Several of the railings are made of glass and have their own strips of incandescent bulbs lining wherever they go.
I notice that we, as a group, are being ushered around in a set pattern, but I feel like exploring the areas where no one seems to be walking round 'cept the grunts
and orcs
guarding exhibits, seemingly from those that might molest the art. However, with six foot tall orcs and armed grunts, this is a place for cultural exchange. The art might not be human. At any rate, I don't think anyone will be making any sudden moves. I speak to the first orc, who looks knowledgeable and non-threatening, to walk with me through the areas that look restricted to normal museum traffic. He doesn't object to my taking photos since the facility owns the pieces, but I don't even notice him slip away while I'm admiring pieces. I double take over my left shoulder and notice a grunt is now following me, and neither of us speak. I don't think he speaks much, but I don't really give it a second thought. This is all seemingly normal and I think that I must have special permission being where I am since the orc first escorted me. He must be a curator.
The cultural experience of the trip continued, and I shot several gigabyte memory cards full of photos that I needed to transfer periodically to someone's laptop. The USB connection cord almost seemed to float in the air, or maybe that was the last transfer before sleep and I was bedding down for the night.
Second or third day, I'm at the host university in discussion of real-world problems and solutions we as future leaders can provide. I feel pretty important and like I can make a difference, and have just being with these people in discussion groups. We're there all week, so we discuss our agenda and schedule and find that we have much free time with work with at our own discretion for the evenings.
Then, somehow, an ex-girlfriend of mine is there. I have to stop and count on my hand the years it's been since we dated, and it's been about five. She's the only girl I've really been in love with, so I think we might have some rapport and just maybe be on good terms. It was all fluid, so I don't remember who spoke to who first. It just ended up in a room of ours rolling around, loving on each other like old times yet with these four or five years of experience we've gained in college. I don't think this is going anywhere with her, and I plan for it not to mentally because Raymond Carver will not set himself up, set his heart on anything but a good time this time. He...I just enjoy the moment, the hours and a couple of days. She's almost a completely different person, and I'm sure not the same. Maybe orc museum curators and intergalactic cultural hubs have us craving something familiar. I know that's definitely part of that, and she's just cuter than ever and smells better than ever. She's got pretensions disdain down to an art, and with representing my university at hand, I don't vest much more in it than I have to, yet I thoroughly enjoy myself...more Han Solo than James Bond style of lovin on the run.
The next day or so is busy with meetings and interchange, even to the point where there's some physical events that we change for, get hot and sweaty, and need to shower. Most all the event members and staff participated, and most of the participants need showering, including me. Particularly me, I need[//i] my Clearasil foaming face wash.
I'm a clean freak, mostly because I'm used to washing three times a day. As a mammal, I'm not that hairy, but I'm pretty damn oily. There's some contention, in my mind, that my luggage and things are at the nearby hotel and there's a backpack full of a change of clothes and toiletries across campus, so I plan who I can get a ride from back over to here. I don't very well want to get cleaned up only to break a nice sweat getting back over to the side of campus. I yellow school bus with an incredibly helpful driver happens to be around, so I take advantage to get back where I need to be, clean socks, backpack, and all.
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Depeche Mode's "But not Tonight" lyrics fill the happiness of my dream state, and set the mood for enjoying life so much there and now.
wOW. That was quite an intense eleven hours of sleep and intense dreaming. I woke a few times to my cell phone ringing, and when I needed to be up, but I stayed in bed all day. All the while I went back to sleep, back into my dream state and enjoyed being there. I'm up now and am going to go jogging and computer building, or whatever it is that life has for me today. I'll probably be going to visit my parents today or tomorrow and planning work there wherever I am. Let me know what you think of my dream and if you've had any similar. The overpowering, best part of this particular one was in the museum, exploring the modern art exhibits being guided by orcs and grunts.
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Suddenly, I'm at a national college-level scholastic political summit and cultural trip. We're in a museum that requires an elevator ride, much like the Empire State building, to one of the top floors to reveal beautiful, intelligent pieces. The entire place is well lit and seemingly over lit. Lights surround the perimeter of the walls where they meet the ceiling, and each art piece featured has its own spot lighting. Several of the railings are made of glass and have their own strips of incandescent bulbs lining wherever they go.
I notice that we, as a group, are being ushered around in a set pattern, but I feel like exploring the areas where no one seems to be walking round 'cept the grunts
The cultural experience of the trip continued, and I shot several gigabyte memory cards full of photos that I needed to transfer periodically to someone's laptop. The USB connection cord almost seemed to float in the air, or maybe that was the last transfer before sleep and I was bedding down for the night.
Second or third day, I'm at the host university in discussion of real-world problems and solutions we as future leaders can provide. I feel pretty important and like I can make a difference, and have just being with these people in discussion groups. We're there all week, so we discuss our agenda and schedule and find that we have much free time with work with at our own discretion for the evenings.
Then, somehow, an ex-girlfriend of mine is there. I have to stop and count on my hand the years it's been since we dated, and it's been about five. She's the only girl I've really been in love with, so I think we might have some rapport and just maybe be on good terms. It was all fluid, so I don't remember who spoke to who first. It just ended up in a room of ours rolling around, loving on each other like old times yet with these four or five years of experience we've gained in college. I don't think this is going anywhere with her, and I plan for it not to mentally because Raymond Carver will not set himself up, set his heart on anything but a good time this time. He...I just enjoy the moment, the hours and a couple of days. She's almost a completely different person, and I'm sure not the same. Maybe orc museum curators and intergalactic cultural hubs have us craving something familiar. I know that's definitely part of that, and she's just cuter than ever and smells better than ever. She's got pretensions disdain down to an art, and with representing my university at hand, I don't vest much more in it than I have to, yet I thoroughly enjoy myself...more Han Solo than James Bond style of lovin on the run.
The next day or so is busy with meetings and interchange, even to the point where there's some physical events that we change for, get hot and sweaty, and need to shower. Most all the event members and staff participated, and most of the participants need showering, including me. Particularly me, I need[//i] my Clearasil foaming face wash.
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Depeche Mode's "But not Tonight" lyrics fill the happiness of my dream state, and set the mood for enjoying life so much there and now.
wOW. That was quite an intense eleven hours of sleep and intense dreaming. I woke a few times to my cell phone ringing, and when I needed to be up, but I stayed in bed all day. All the while I went back to sleep, back into my dream state and enjoyed being there. I'm up now and am going to go jogging and computer building, or whatever it is that life has for me today. I'll probably be going to visit my parents today or tomorrow and planning work there wherever I am. Let me know what you think of my dream and if you've had any similar. The overpowering, best part of this particular one was in the museum, exploring the modern art exhibits being guided by orcs and grunts.
