This is your creative outlet topic. Short stories, quick questions, weird occurrences, flashes of brilliance, post them here!
A few days ago I dreamt that I was driving fast on a scooter with a buddy on the back through some narrow streets, a group tried to stop us and I had to steer it up against the wall, I end up flying through the air, shit’s now happening in slow motion, suddenly I have a gun in my hand and I can aim with a dot GTA5-style, I headshot all of the perpetraitors but one, I crash down and see my buddy hurt on the ground, the last one looks like he’s going to attack him, so I grab one of the dead bodies by the feet and swing it at him from side to side, hitting him in the head and forcing him to the ground, I attack him and wrestles a gun from him and point it to his head, he yells don’t shoot, I pull the trigger several times with no fire when suddenly it fizzles like a flare and lights up his head and I wake up….. True story, man I’m not right in the head :-O
Dropped out of college last yr. Accepted into both of these programs starting in the fall and need to decide which one to go with. I know ultimately it’s my decision, but other’s input would be greatly appreciated.
I always say you should follow your gut feeling, deep down I think you have already made your decision but is looking for confirmation…
All I can say is that I would choose Praxis, sounds more innovative in its approach – but I would make sure that employers will recognize this education as fitting for them to employ you.. Unless you plan on starting your own company in which case it won’t matter.. Best of luck with your choice!
I couldn’t open the first link, but the youtube video sounds very interesting to me. I would recommend getting in touch with people who have actually finished either, and preferably meet up. See what they are like, what they have to say. Good luck on your journey!
I took a nap and had this most peculiar dream. I was resting in a coffee shop under the sun when I woke up and looked to the left of me and saw a GIANT goldfish. This goldfish was half black and half purple, with it’s torso being black and the other half being purple. I was shocked to see it just laying out here in the sun.. and its size! It was humungous.. size of a household cat. I stood up and approached it and saw it was dried up and its eyes were cloudy gray, and I immediately grabbed it and ran to the park next to the coffee shop. In this park there was a fountain with a huge goldfish statue in the middle of it. People would press a button and water would spew out of it’s mouth and fill the fountain with water. I then placed the goldfish under the mouth of the statue and pressed the button.. it took a while for water to come out but when it did the water splashed on the goldfish and it started to wiggle. It worked. The goldfish woked up and looked at me.. before it could do anything else I woke up from my nap.
Such a story right? Haha, it was a really weird dream. When I woke up from my nap I went to visit my goldfishes and told them I love them.
I like your dream better than mine, you saved a giant multicolored goldfish … I shoot and hit people with other dead people.. I’m probably the least violent person you could meet, I even felt guilty when I woke up.. I hope I’ll dream about saving a goldfish tonight ;-)
Short story: I’m working at a kids camp this week and there is a 7 year old girl who is really obese. She sees eating as a competition and is proud of being fat. Yesterday she said she stops to breathe when she feels like she needs to barf and then keeps eating. I’m glad she doesn’t have a body image issue but I’ve been trying to coax her into questioning her behavior so I said “you know you don’t have to eat as much as you can, we can all eat more than one plate but you don’t have to” and she said “listen, I was born in front of the freezer.” She held up her hands(soon she won’t be able to bend her fingers) and said “this was my mom, this was the freezer, and here was me in her belly. That’s why I just love food.” Which made me laugh. And she laughed too. She’s totally into herself and doesn’t give a fuck
Sometimes, upon waking up, i do not remember my dreams. Instead, i feel emotion beyond description. It grips me and holds me and occassionally brings tears to my eyes. I remember, instead of the dreams’ actual plot, the “themes” which surrounded it. Fear, Excitement, Love, Passion, Hostility, Solemnity. I do not believe this to be an experience unique unto me. What enthralls me so is the gripping truth of these emotions. When I awaken it is as if I am not merely emerging from slumber but departing from one reality and entering another. The state of mind I possessed in my dream carries into this world, and I cannot explain it, but I feel an immense peace of mind. Even upon awakening from nightmares, i am not fearful. This peace, this wordless feeling, has twice brought me indescribable revelations that soon lose their glimmer as i adjust to the waking world. I am open to any discussion on this.
After I wake up is the only time I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, because I feel the meaning of my self from waking out of the subconscious. I always want to preserve it but I think those emotions you wrote about are pieces of wisdom being downloaded to slowly incorporate consciously rather than one giant epiphany.
I have a similar experience to your own, yet quite different. I get strong emotions of deja vu of being somewhere when in reality I am sure I have not. These places, I am quite sure, I have visited in my dreams. Because almost always these moments of remembering fill me with a strong emotion of understanding or peace… Everything in that moment, with the deja vu, is absolutely familiar, yet at second later or so, it becomes unrecognizable. As well, like you mentioned about revelations, after arising from sleep, I also get some kind of world revelations which I momentarily forget… Or realize don’t make sense to me anymore…
Interesting to hear a similar perspective on dreaming.
Well, I have a weird occurrence that I would like to share, One time, I had a dark red sweater, I liked it, It made me feel more confident, as it fit me, very nicely, almost perfect if you will, It gave me an appearance of a vampire, With my slightly sharp teeth, and my blue jeans, I was walking through the hospital, as I was suffering from psychosis at the time, on medication but still slightly affected by psychosis, I equated the color green, with a very pleasant sensation, obviously amplified by psychosis, almost a
if you will, I was offered M&M
s, the candy in a
, I was chatting up the group I was in, revealing that we were heading to a specific location to make
, I see Two people at the corner of my eye, I keep an eye on them, as they had a very interesting appearance, They looked wealthy, the male, looked alright, but the female in particular was eyeballing me too, She had very dilated pupils, she was pale, and looked very similar to someone using drugs, In fact the reason she caught my attention, was that she had a very similar figure, complexion, and overall look to my auntie that is addicted to opiates, I concluded that she was probably on crack, It almost took a comical turn, because of the intensity of the event, reasoning being, she seemed very agitated, almost out of control, and had her arms crossed, much like when i seen my auntie in withdrawal when she asked me for money, (Note: that when she asked, and I refused, she jumped back, hysterically) But this woman was listening to our conversation, and she jumped forwarded to me hysterically, looking straight at me,
What?!?!! Do you want a medal?!!!?
– I immediately lost control of myself, oh boy, stressed, I accidently dropped one Green M&M, out of the handful that I had, (Note: THAT I VALUED BEING
in every aspect of my life at the time, Imagine that situation, imagine your the lady with the guy, walking by, faster paced than anyone else, in a rush, all sorts of associations like
ran through my mind, as this event occurred, well because we essentially donate when we buy lottery tickets hoping to win it right?, so her words we
re no surprise to me, the surprise is I lost control, and as soon as that M&M dropped to a certain height, I jumped up and kicked it all out of instinct while turning, and adjusting my body, it went flying through the hospital, hitting no one, really fast, it went straight down a hallway, while I was essentially near the entrance of the building, I landed very softly, as if it never happened.
Settle down there, Walker, Okay lets go.
I’ve been stuck on this idea for a week or two now, ever since re-reading The Celestine Prophecy. When I was in my teens, my older sister told me “You can be anything you set your mind to. We place labels on things to understand them better, but a lot of people end up allowing those labels to dictate their life.” or something along those lines. I’ve felt that way since. I even came out by writing a note on facebook basically stating that sure, I liked a girl at the time but maybe further down the line I might find a guy who I liked just at much. I wasn’t going to let the labels gay, straight and bisexual hold me in a box. So my idea is this: it’s all bullshit. Gay, straight, christian or jewish, republican or democrat, liberal or conservative: they’re just words we use to better understand our surroundings, but in using them we place ourselves in boxes, when REALLY we’re all just people. We’re all just sentient beings, separated by nothing but the biases we learn throughout life. Thoughts?
I also feel the same way, and in fact I have also read that book. (The Celestine Prophecy)
I’d like to refer to your idea of connecting meaning or terms to our lives and how it often puts us in a box. I also often see that with religion and how that sometimes shape who we become as people, these labels that often limit us. I guess in a way that idea has stuck with us on an evolutionary standpoint where we would often have our tribe and be cautious of unknown outsiders. I understand how you may feel, but I think that may be what is going on now, people realize that these labels are no longer working for us, that it has completely been separating us.
Perhaps this is what is needed to transcend our race. Possibly many before us have understood the same.