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Super-lucidity (+ Dream Journal #10)

That seems like the best way to describe it.

At the climax (and the only remotely enjoyable part) of my day, I was outside playing (or rather pretending to play) a shitty game of football in the field beside my school. I was completely ignoring the game, but the atmosphere of the field, with the bad weather, was so powerful that it felt as if every memory I had ever experienced was manifesting in that field at that exact time. It was one of the best sensations I've experienced in my life.

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Dream Journal #9

Last night's dream was pretty confusing. I dreamt that I was best friends with this guy from one of my classes. But I don't even know the guy. I've never even spoken to him, and never really cared much about him, but we just randomly became very good friends in the dream. I know some people on here might jump to conclusions, so I promise it wasn't like gay or anything, it was just an entirely platonic friendship. I don't know why.

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Dream Journal #8

This dream took place during a nap I had earlier.

Television was down. My mother was going to the local satellite headquarters to discuss solving the problem, and I was joining her to provide company at the boring satellite building. When we left the house, it was raining, but it was very sunny out despite the weather. The rain was very clear and soft, but was flooding the world.

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Dream Journal #7

This was kind of put off for a couple of days, but I had this dream twice.

I'm traveling through these underground industrial ruins, searching massive, dark, rusted tunnels for signs of living civilization in a colossal, inescapable complex. I eventually stumbled upon this large, rocky passage that leads to a small makeshift gate put together out of a couple of sheets of rusted copper, and a thick fence made from a bunch of sticks of wood. The gate was open, so I entered.

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Dream Journal #6

This was easily one of the absolute wildest dreams I've had in my life.

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Dream Journal #5

Strangely, this dream took place in real time, or just a bit slower even, over only a couple hours or so, which is very rare for me.

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Dream Journal #4

Just now I dreamt that a dog (that I remember being somewhat close to, but not very much) had died and a friend and I had to escort its soul to the land of the dead.

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Dream Journal #3

I was in Cuba for some reason in this dream. I couldn't understand anyone, but for an unknown reason the government locked me in a prison with a relatively small group of strangers and forced us to stay there for a night. There was a younger woman among us. The rest of the group brought me into a room full of solitary confinement chambers, and locked the woman out on her own, who seemed terrified, screaming at us. The Cuban strangers I was with quickly grouped up in the chambers and locked themselves behind the heavy metal doors.

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I was bored so I wrote this reflection on my week. (Also, Dream Journal #2)

This obviously wasn't meant for the website, really, but if you're bored enough to care about my week, here you go.

Guess what CD finally came in the mail!

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Holy shit I am hyped! (+ Dream Journal #1)

New Oneohtrix Point Never album, R Plus Seven, is coming out at the end of the month:

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LSD vs. Plasma

A friend at school said that he may have a hookup on free acid. So I will make it a goal to smoke some complimentary blotter from him some time soon.

By the way, we learned from a health pamphlet at school that if someone is having a bad trip on hallucinogens, the best action is to call 911. So there's a handy tip for you! Also, XTC is actually a codename for ecstasy. I would have thought they were two completely different drugs.

sowwy for the off-topic posts people

this is the only place that gets me though

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Off

I guess there's no point to remaining on this web site, since I no longer identify myself with a sexual orientation and I never post anything on topis, but I don't give a fuck. You'll have to force me off if you want me to leave.

This is the best album of the year so far, so listen to it:

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The Chronicle of the Sensimillian

My favorite record store just dedicated an entire section of the shelf to stoner metal, so I'm really getting into that. I've just been listening to just nonstop stoner metal for the last week, and I have a good amount of it, including Bong's entire discography, which is quite hard to find for free. I also got Black Masses by Electric Wizard and Windhand's self-titled LP on vinyl, both of which sound really nice, and feel great whenever I'm in my meditative state. The vocal frequency ranges, delays, and volumes are absolutely perfect, along with the bass-heavy, slow as fuck riffs.

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I'm a hippy

New age music has been greatly inspiring me. I've been playing ultra chill new age guitar, hooked up to Ableton and ran through delay, reverb, resonation, etc. and it's really changed my perspective on everything, and made me much more relaxed. I highly recommend getting into this music or playing it.

Thank you, Devin Townsend, for making the album Ghost. Also, does anyone here know any music similar to this?

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Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?

A few days ago I went with my father to pick up some speakers he had bought, and I fell asleep in the car on the way home. When I went to get out the door I saw a crane fly right next to where my face was, at most a couple of inches away. The next day I was walking my dog and the same crane fly flew right in front of me. The day after that (yesterday) it was in my room, flying around me. And just now it was outside my window, trying to get in my room. What the fuck is this?

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