A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
For the longest time I had the same nightmare that my ex was stabbing me. It finally went away a few years ago. Not too long ago I had this dream that my parents were in the hospital dying of cancer and I just wanted to get out of the hospital to go home to my kids. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off the escalator. It was like a perpetual loop. And then there was one the other night... That was a doozy. I dreamed my ex b/f was an OB/GYN and told me DH and I were having twins. One boy and one girl. I was at the hospital in labor and my ex was there and DH was there and...OBAMA!...was there and he and DH were arguing gun laws. That one was weird.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I've had I don't know how many babies in my dreams, but when I try to pick them up, the blanket is empty.
I have very vivid dreams. I have all my senses in dreams.
I've woken up crying, laughing and the worst is waking up and still see the dream.
I've had 2 dreams that scared me so bad I didn't want to go back to sleep and they followed me for weeks.
In the first, I was arguing with my brother's girlfriend. I was just out of high school, I did not like her at all. I dreamed she and I were fighting and I dreamed I beat her terribly. I could smell her blood in my dream. I jerk ed awake and I was shaking and still had that blood smell in my sinuses. It was awful.
The second one was after I was married. He and I were staying at his mom's that night, I dreamed that a man came in the window in the room across from where we were sleeping. I dreamed he killed my SIL, came out of that room, killed my husband, stabbed me several times, and went into the bathroom. I dreamed I got up and went into my MIL room and tried to wake her up. I dreamed I heard him coming and I grabbed my little niece and slide under the bed. I woke up screaming. It was horrible.
Thank God I have never had dreams like that any more.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Like the other night, I dreamed we, my family, was at a party/event place. Someone was getting married. But the outside of the place had a huge T-rex/Godzilla looking thing by the doors. It was a facade, no roof or walls.
To one side was a buffet table but it wasn't a table, it was an alter of some kind, and I noticed the Rexzilla was missing.
I dreamed I looked up just as it stepped over the facade and was headed to the alter/table thing. It was throwing people and killing people and everyone was running for their lives.
Well I reached in my pocket and pulled out a grenade launcher and shot the thing in the mouth just as it went down to grab someone.
The thing blew up and somebody gave me a beer.
It was crazy.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Well, if I had good dreams it would be nice. Mine are always weird.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
For the longest time I had the same nightmare that my ex was stabbing me. It finally went away a few years ago. Not too long ago I had this dream that my parents were in the hospital dying of cancer and I just wanted to get out of the hospital to go home to my kids. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off the escalator. It was like a perpetual loop. And then there was one the other night... That was a doozy. I dreamed my ex b/f was an OB/GYN and told me DH and I were having twins. One boy and one girl. I was at the hospital in labor and my ex was there and DH was there and...OBAMA!...was there and he and DH were arguing gun laws. That one was weird.
So at the risk of sounding like a total weirdo, the dream with your parents and the escalator makes sense.
It represents your deep anxiety that your parents' profound sickness will hold you back from being able to parent your own children. You don't want to perpetuate the cycle, but you are afraid that you wont be able to break it, no matter how much you want to.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
Well, if I had good dreams it would be nice. Mine are always weird.
Are you not able to control your dreams?
Maybe I should ask this first, can you smell in your dreams? Do you dream in full, real world color or are the colors either faded or sometimes stark?
Can you taste in your dreams?
How many of your senses do you have in your dreams?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
For the longest time I had the same nightmare that my ex was stabbing me. It finally went away a few years ago. Not too long ago I had this dream that my parents were in the hospital dying of cancer and I just wanted to get out of the hospital to go home to my kids. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off the escalator. It was like a perpetual loop. And then there was one the other night... That was a doozy. I dreamed my ex b/f was an OB/GYN and told me DH and I were having twins. One boy and one girl. I was at the hospital in labor and my ex was there and DH was there and...OBAMA!...was there and he and DH were arguing gun laws. That one was weird.
So at the risk of sounding like a total weirdo, the dream with your parents and the escalator makes sense.
It represents your deep anxiety that your parents' profound sickness will hold you back from being able to parent your own children. You don't want to perpetuate the cycle, but you are afraid that you wont be able to break it, no matter how much you want to.
Now that makes sense. I can believe that.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well, if I had good dreams it would be nice. Mine are always weird.
Are you not able to control your dreams?
Maybe I should ask this first, can you smell in your dreams? Do you dream in full, real world color or are the colors either faded or sometimes stark?
Can you taste in your dreams?
How many of your senses do you have in your dreams?
No. I can't control my dreams. I dream in color. I incorporate things into my dreams. If the kids are making popcorn and burn it I incorporate the smell into my dreams. If I hear something in the background I incorporate that into my dreams. Basically all my senses but only if it happens IRL. Here's an example, when I was a child I used to have a recurring dreams where a shark was eating my leg off. I'd wake up and my leg would be sore. It wasn't until I was an adult that I came to realize I was having charlie horses in my legs and sleeping through them and incorporating them into dreams.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
For the longest time I had the same nightmare that my ex was stabbing me. It finally went away a few years ago. Not too long ago I had this dream that my parents were in the hospital dying of cancer and I just wanted to get out of the hospital to go home to my kids. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off the escalator. It was like a perpetual loop. And then there was one the other night... That was a doozy. I dreamed my ex b/f was an OB/GYN and told me DH and I were having twins. One boy and one girl. I was at the hospital in labor and my ex was there and DH was there and...OBAMA!...was there and he and DH were arguing gun laws. That one was weird.
So at the risk of sounding like a total weirdo, the dream with your parents and the escalator makes sense.
It represents your deep anxiety that your parents' profound sickness will hold you back from being able to parent your own children. You don't want to perpetuate the cycle, but you are afraid that you wont be able to break it, no matter how much you want to.
Now that makes sense. I can believe that.
Now that you made sense of it, you won't dream it again.
The one with your ex, your DH and Obama...I got nothin'. Lol
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
For the longest time I had the same nightmare that my ex was stabbing me. It finally went away a few years ago. Not too long ago I had this dream that my parents were in the hospital dying of cancer and I just wanted to get out of the hospital to go home to my kids. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off the escalator. It was like a perpetual loop. And then there was one the other night... That was a doozy. I dreamed my ex b/f was an OB/GYN and told me DH and I were having twins. One boy and one girl. I was at the hospital in labor and my ex was there and DH was there and...OBAMA!...was there and he and DH were arguing gun laws. That one was weird.
So at the risk of sounding like a total weirdo, the dream with your parents and the escalator makes sense.
It represents your deep anxiety that your parents' profound sickness will hold you back from being able to parent your own children. You don't want to perpetuate the cycle, but you are afraid that you wont be able to break it, no matter how much you want to.
Now that makes sense. I can believe that.
Now that you made sense of it, you won't dream it again.
The one with your ex, your DH and Obama...I got nothin'. Lol
Well darn, I was really waiting on an explanation for THAT one.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well, if I had good dreams it would be nice. Mine are always weird.
Are you not able to control your dreams?
Maybe I should ask this first, can you smell in your dreams? Do you dream in full, real world color or are the colors either faded or sometimes stark?
Can you taste in your dreams?
How many of your senses do you have in your dreams?
No. I can't control my dreams. I dream in color. I incorporate things into my dreams. If the kids are making popcorn and burn it I incorporate the smell into my dreams. If I hear something in the background I incorporate that into my dreams. Basically all my senses but only if it happens IRL. Here's an example, when I was a child I used to have a recurring dreams where a shark was eating my leg off. I'd wake up and my leg would be sore. It wasn't until I was an adult that I came to realize I was having charlie horses in my legs and sleeping through them and incorporating them into dreams.
Ok. That means you have the ability to learn to control your dreams.
Now, I don't mean you control what you are dreaming, but rather you can control the outcome. Change it.
Take your shark dream.
While dreaming the shark is attacking you, with practice, you can learn to recognize the pattern leading up to it, and change it.
Instead of the shark attacking you, eventually you can make the shark swim away.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I learned I could do that when I was really young, maybe 12 of so.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
For what it's worth, the reason I cut and pasted the head banging quote was not to direct it at anyone, because I really couldn't remember who it was directed at, but because I thought it was funny....if you're banging your head, you're not posting. Sorry if others didn't find the humor in that.
Like the saying, one bad apple ruining a whole bushel.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My powder room is really small. The first time my BFF & her SO came over her SO made the comment that my powder room was so small he couldn't go #2 in it.
My powder room is really small. The first time my BFF & her SO came over her SO made the comment that my powder room was so small he couldn't go #2 in it.
My powder room is really small. The first time my BFF & her SO came over her SO made the comment that my powder room was so small he couldn't go #2 in it.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
When my assistant built her new house, her parents bought her old one from her and moved in. Her father insisted all toilets must be replaced b/c they were round and not oblong. He died shortly after moving in, but his wife changed all the toilets anyway b/c that is what he wanted. Sweet, but a little weird.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
That's what we have in our master bath. We have the set up where it's just the tub and toilet in the little room and the counters and sinks and closet in another. The actual bathroom part makes me claustrophobic so I never shut the door. It's too hard to anyway. No knee room. You can get really sick and throw up in the bathtub at the same time your making use of the other end. Yep. THAT small.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
My powder room is really small. The first time my BFF & her SO came over her SO made the comment that my powder room was so small he couldn't go #2 in it.
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
That's what we have in our master bath. We have the set up where it's just the tub and toilet in the little room and the counters and sinks and closet in another. The actual bathroom part makes me claustrophobic so I never shut the door. It's too hard to anyway. No knee room. You can get really sick and throw up in the bathtub at the same time your making use of the other end. Yep. THAT small.
NJN, ours actually was a closet at one time. There is no tub. It measures 51 inches wide by 37 inches deep. Sink and counter take up a third of the space.
Go ahead, chalk draw that and give it a try.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
That's what we have in our master bath. We have the set up where it's just the tub and toilet in the little room and the counters and sinks and closet in another. The actual bathroom part makes me claustrophobic so I never shut the door. It's too hard to anyway. No knee room. You can get really sick and throw up in the bathtub at the same time your making use of the other end. Yep. THAT small.
NJN, ours actually was a closet at one time. There is no tub. It measures 51 inches wide by 37 inches deep. Sink and counter take up a third of the space.
Go ahead, chalk draw that and give it a try.
Nooooooooooooooooooooo! That is too little!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
That's what we have in our master bath. We have the set up where it's just the tub and toilet in the little room and the counters and sinks and closet in another. The actual bathroom part makes me claustrophobic so I never shut the door. It's too hard to anyway. No knee room. You can get really sick and throw up in the bathtub at the same time your making use of the other end. Yep. THAT small.
NJN, ours actually was a closet at one time. There is no tub. It measures 51 inches wide by 37 inches deep. Sink and counter take up a third of the space.
Go ahead, chalk draw that and give it a try.
Nooooooooooooooooooooo! That is too little!
A six foot guy barely sits sideways in there with the door closed without crushing his privates. But, three teenage girls can get in there at the same time. Go figure.
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Our "little" downstairs "closet" is so small, you can sh1t, shave and spit without moving off the toilet. But, you will be banging your knees against either the door or the cabinet. Sit sideways folks, sit sideways to close the door.
My little bathroom is so small and I was grateful for it when I was so sick a while back.
I could sit on the toilet and puke in the sink at the same time.
Isn't it amazing what you're grateful for sometimes?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that you can dump the contents of your trashcan and puke in that while on the toilet. Or puke ON the contents of your trashcan and throw it away. Worst case scenario you throw away the whole trash can. Best case scenario you can bleach the trash can and give it a good wash.
The idea of vomiting in the sink/tub makes me dry heave < said ironically>.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !