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June 20, 2007 Dream
by Sparkplug init begins with the city having purchased my home.
they order pie and take my slice.
this really disturbs me and i ask for fresh red strawberry gel in my pie.
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Sparkplug
Ok, so that was a long and boring read unless you are plaugued by intense dreams such as I am, and so my daughter has this same problem. She has these dreams that are just as clear and a bit more twisted sometimes.
Do you think how you are able to dream is hereditary? Perhaps some part of the brain that developes a certian way? I am not sure, but she has told me her dreams since she was very small and able to talk and tell a story. It was hard to figure out what she was talking about for a long time till I finally got that she meant what happened in her dream. She would talk about these things as if they were reality at such a young age. Finally she said one time, "Last night, in my sleep". Then it all became clear what it was she was talking about.
She is sitting near me and I am going to let her type this in tell you her dream. She had told me of this dream and I found this one very interesting so I chose this one to have her tell me as she remembers it. For backgrounds sake, this girl is terrified of cockroaches. Here in Texas they call them waterbugs. No matter, they are huge! Scary is right and they freak the crap out of her.
THIS IS MY DAUGHTERS DREAM FROM THE OTHER NIGHT
So this dream might seem like a waste of your preciouse 15 min. that you will never get back (its a fact) But this was my dream.
A couple nights ago i had a dream that i was in my room laying on my bed trying to sleep. My bed was on the other side of my room pushed against my door. And in the corner of my eye i saw a cockroach slip by on my hardwood floor.
The light was shining in through my window on the the floor so the roach crawled into the shadows but i could still make it out. i watched it crawl on to my wall and up on the ceiling (mind you i'm am deathly afraid of roaches, they can bring me to tears) so in my dream i was just calmly watching the roach as if it was nothing to me.
then it crawled back on to the wall next to my window and i picked up my my brown skull coverd cholo shoe and wacked it off the wall then stomped it on the ground. then i stared at the dead bug with a feeling of triumph.
I layed back in my bed got situated and tried to fall back asleep (in my dream) and in the corner of my eye again in the same spot where i saw the black roach in i saw a pure white albino roach complete with white antanae, eyes, legs everything. With a darker spot on its back but not too dark. dark as in the way jeans look when u spill body oil on them. and inside the oil spot it had a orange'ish peach spot that kinda looked really gross almost like a disease.
Again i got up again looked at it like it was nothing and just stomped on it with my cholo shoe. After that i pushed my bed back into the normal spot and went back to sleep. and at the moment i went to sleep in my dream i woke up in real life.
Okie dokie, old fokies...
I hope this made a major impact on your life.
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Have you read Mein Kampf?
by AK - Jeff ini have always been mildly interested in modern german history.
but, like most jdubs, other than an occasional article in a newpaper or magazine, or a hurried reading of historical texts, i never took the time.
[there was always more preaching to do, more meetings to attend, more kingdom halls to clean].
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Sparkplug
Yes Jeff,
I have seen your post and I think I know you are not of the KKK club...LOL
It IS very interesting how he was raised a JW, and his family is so liberal and he married a woman who is not white. Spanish maybe? I don't know all her races, but she is damn sure not all white. But yet he has a swastika as big as your hand over his heart. Shock value? I can see one tat' as a survival thing, but he kept going with the theme. Even when out! He is a canvas of hate sybols. Maybe they are love to him...I am boggled over it.
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Have you read Mein Kampf?
by AK - Jeff ini have always been mildly interested in modern german history.
but, like most jdubs, other than an occasional article in a newpaper or magazine, or a hurried reading of historical texts, i never took the time.
[there was always more preaching to do, more meetings to attend, more kingdom halls to clean].
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Sparkplug
Yes but it has been a bit. It was a photo copy from a white supremist I know that had been out of prison for a bit. He is now back in. I now have his bootleg copy of it. It is interesting, but not enough to change my mixed race self into being a white supremist.
But the simularity of your feelings and his in the first part are quite amazing as I can see and did as I read through it to how my childhood friend, who was once a JW, turned to this way of life. I know he said he subcribed to it to survive in prison, but I can tell he says this out of his care for me. I know he buys it and the canvas from head to toe of white supremist tatoos tells a tale of pure mystery to me. I think his knowing me for so long makes me somehow different in his eyes. My light skin and german half seems to maybe in some way justify his caring for me.
I cannot figure it out really.
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June 20, 2007 Dream
by Sparkplug init begins with the city having purchased my home.
they order pie and take my slice.
this really disturbs me and i ask for fresh red strawberry gel in my pie.
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Sparkplug
"Sparkplug - That was among the most vivid dreamscapes I have ever read.
It seems as if 'security' might be at the epicenter of this dream - fixation with food, grandious monetary security, rent and housing issues, the children arriving well in the future.
But I don't know anything - just my opinion. Thanx for sharing. It musta' taken half the day to write it down.
Jeff "
No, I was sleeping half the day. Typing it up, maybe 45 minutes. Therefore all the typos.
BUT, I did get the security issues, and well gaining a sum and getting to relax would be nice. (that is always a good safe dream) Yes I have housing issues at the moment and the children arriving well in the future is a big one on my worry list. The food thing...I don't know. I think it is because I am trying to eat more and more often and I have been working out. Not really sure on that one. Not keen on baked good nor crust. Pie is not big on my list, but maybe it was strawberries? That freaked me out a bit.
But it is like this every night. That clear, that detailed and that feaking long and annoying. I used to write it down immediately. I am starting to again. I wish I had written Fridays down. It had to do with washing dishes with those yellow rubber gloves on and a sponge and wires that were kind of alien. They attached themselves to my hands and I woke up cussing for someone to get these mother f_@&*ing gloves off my hands. There was more and I was sure to repeat it to someone as soon as I could but unfortunately they do not have a good memory and well, at the moment it is all lost to me. I so wish I had written it down right away. It was an intense one if I yelled out.
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Culture, Class, and Congregations
by saywhat29 ini know this is nothing new- the thought of the bible being just a story and a blend of culture and of how people interpreted the world around them and recorded it as such.
it's very athiest..y, even if don't consider myself an athiest.
because culture and class also affects how people look at the bible whether they believe it or not.
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Sparkplug
I have not thought of it at this angle before but for the moment I can tell you we were dirt ...DAMN DIRT POOR and I was beat like nobody else. I also was quite a curious and fidgity kid...So as I said, I have to think a bit more.
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This may be a repeat.
by mouthy inwatchtower an awake .
watchtower & awake .
watchtower an awake .
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Sparkplug
Love it Mouthy! I always get that diddy 'Sweet Violets' stuck in my head. This was great!!
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June 20, 2007 Dream
by Sparkplug init begins with the city having purchased my home.
they order pie and take my slice.
this really disturbs me and i ask for fresh red strawberry gel in my pie.
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Sparkplug
It begins with the City having purchased my home. For a reasonable price, but instead of letting us stay in the home for 3 months to move they allot a wing of city hall as a makeshift home for a year rent free. It is kind of interesting for the living room is an old theater. There is an old fashion television that stands on wooden legs in the middle of the stage and our family sits on pillows around it if we want to watch it. I don’t actually see the rooms, but I know that they are various offices within the wing of City hall. I recall in my dream wondering why would there be a shower in City hall because I would not sign a deal if I did not have a shower for a year.
In the dream I leave out of the City hall to a truck stop area to purchase a snack and there are these pie slices. The slices are as big as a pie itself and about 10 inches tall. They are cold pies and I recall wondering how the strawberries grew as big as apples for this one pie. There is this huge line and I get in it before it backs up. The pie is going fast and I really want this big slice that I see of strawberry. I also want this other slice that I know my 15 year old will love.
Strange they are overgrown flavors of pies that you find a Fur’s cafeteria. Every time I get over to order from the lady my pie, someone older and quite annoying cuts in front and has dark hair both times. They order pie and take my slice. I get very annoyed and see that there is pie that I don’t want there. So I order two of something like soda and turn to leave. The lady that just told me there was no more strawberry pie starts to make another strawberry pie. So I cut into line and think hey, I should give those dark haired mature ladies a break. They may not be what they appear. Maybe this is what happened to them. I think to myself that what odd ways we learn about people and I am glad I am not always one to make a scene. You never know when you will be thankful for having a bit of patience and a cool head. Usually people will show the reasons for how they became what they are.
The blond older scrawny lady behind the counter snickers a bit when she sees me and tells the lady near her how the mother of those poor kids is here and pretty much they take a gander at me. I am annoyed because I know my kids like to come get snacks at this place and I bite my tongue. I then see that there was a bunch of oozing gel from the pies on a wax parchment and instead of getting fresh insides for my pie, the lady starts to make it from those. Folding the paper and squeezing the tube like a frosting applicator. This really disturbs me and I ask for fresh red strawberry gel in my pie.
Now I have not asked the price on the pie slices and as big as they are, people are buying them like mad and I did not ask the price. When she rings my total it comes to over $57.00. I want to pass out, but I have been so persistent and she so annoying AND this has been a big ordeal so I just pay. I kick myself and think that this is why I have bounced checks once in a while and “geez”, I am going to hear it because I was not responsible. I don’t need that. I am not sure who I am going to hear it from, but I feel this heavy weight on my heart. Finally I gather my pies and when I get back to the theater, our living room there is a person that comes into my living room and he is quite scary and official looking.
He is a big African American man followed by two more and they look like the FBI. They have a small little boy with them and they say he is in a special detention for the day and this is where they are to bring him. I said to them that they had to be mistaken. The one man looks surprised and asked me if I had not been told that this was a clause in my rent that the really bad kids from detention had to sit with the FBI in my living room. I think it over for a moment and wonder for a bit how such a cute little kid like this had to deal with such great big lugs like these older starched men. He could not be more than 5 years old. After a bit I say it is alright. It is still worth a years free rent to me and my family goes back to eat its pie. Now this pie is huge and I don’t want anyone to think I was planning on eating this huge pie alone, so I take a few strawberries out like I had wanted and start to turn Indian style sitting towards the blue screen. As I turn I see my older sister and I say to her see, I told you this medicine makes me tired. Here it was really odd for I think at this moment I fell into really deep sleep. I actually felt myself kind of fall into a vacuum sleep and my breathing was harder. It was like I passed out cold in my dream. I fell over to my right and well I guess passed out.
Later I was snoring and woke myself up a bit and thought to myself I NEED to take control of this dream. It is a dream and I don’t have to be frustrated in my dream. So I changed its course. I sold some idea I had regarding something technical that I have no idea what it was now for 5 million dollars. I was afraid to quit my job till all the papers were sealed and the money is actually in my hands. Meanwhile I guess some of the old dream was in my head because I took the money from my house that I sold and started to look for a home. (A big home that did not have an FBI officer and offices as rooms.) I recall thinking it must be impossible to find a home of such intricacy on my first try, but the first home I went into was so odd that I just fell in love.
It was enormous, but still very modern equipped and had awful green wallpaper in the entrance. There was a glass dome roof that let us see the whole sky, but a coating that did not let people see in. It had a roof kind of like a planetarium or observatory. There were unfinished log looking staircases and various oddities that made it quite charming when going to the rooms and hallways, but the main area was the planetarium room.
The one side of the home was of the same glass and it faced a rolling green hill with a pond and pretty gardens. It was all clear sights and tree lines in the distance. I recall thinking that was good for I did not have to clean walnut shells off the deck like I did the last house. It was peaceful and beautiful and a steal of a good price because of the older looking décor.
I immediately called a decorator and looked for someone along my taste. I hired an unknown person and was excited because this person and I could have a blast decorating and could do the neatest job and later it would be great for the decorators portfolio. Even in my dream I thought to myself this was such an odd thought.
I told the kids to look at decorating magazines and the person would be along to help them with what would make them feel at home. Then while they were doing that I fixed my room. It was a dream so it went fast. I had a poster bed that looked like something out of a Midsummer’s Night Dream with the top of the bed changing into a tree and white cotton gauze looking curtains hanging about it. They had light sage green flowers embroidered onto them and were pinched a bit with ivy vines of sorts. The floors were clean and light. It was very airy. Then the roof again had the same clear sky showing through.
The dream went a bit adult for a moment (I broke in my new room and probably will just leave that part out) It was long and intricate and well that is for me to know.
I set about to making sure I had a groundskeeper and a housekeeper that would stay for a long time, be trustworthy, gel with the family and become as family. Kind of fairytale like, but this is my dream. I do find it funny thinking I wanted someone around for security that I had no emotional bond to and I chose an acquaintance that could use a break and is a self starter. There is a huge warehouse looking barn type work space area and a guesthouse and in my mind I calculated the interest on my money and how such was an irresistible price for the guy and gained him into my employment. He could promote his business and live his life and grow a family if he liked, he just needed to be about so we did not feel so alone in these vast grounds. I figured I have no hopes of marriage and more than likely don’t even have a live in mate and it would be that way so I needed to make sure there was someone to do the big heavy stuff. This also was odd because in waking hours I would just hire someone to do that and I am pretty motivated to not have to depend on a man to have to save me. Maybe I would like that…but I never presume it will happen so I guess this reasonability seeped into my dream. Grrrr. That kind of pisses me off.
Then out of the blue I needed a safe room. So there was this big vault and all the kids were in it except for my son. He came in on his bike with two boys in hooded jackets and they had guns. Not my son but the boys. They shot a few holes in the walls of stone and I smacked them in the head and like teenage boys started to scold them and ask them what the hell were they doing.
My son looked at me and asked me if I paid any attention to what my invention or technical change had brought about on the world economy and they had formed some group to rise up against the powers that be. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door and there were storms at the same time and we could see them as I glimpsed out through the open glass roof at the sky. Before I opened the door I went to hide the guns and guns and clean any evidence of the stupidity that just happened. They were kids after all and dumb butt ones to boot The boys had hurt nobody and just needed their ears boxed. I grabbed a toilet bowl cleaner with the white handle and too much metal wrapped through the white bristles and scrubbed down the barrel of the shotguns. Lord knows what I was thinking because well obviously you can’t clean a gun with a toilet bowl brush and if so…what good would it do? I think I lost a lot of control of the dream in this bit. I threw the jackets in the washer and answered the door and then nothing.
The next I remember the future had kicked in and my youngest Emerald was graduating from Harvard of all places. She graduated doing something with the betterment of animals and in the dream I knew what that was. My son was working at a scientist lab developing a water system for third world countries that produced water out of thin air and my daughter was living her dream in Hollywood. Not as some gangsters gal, but as a quite successful actress. I recall thinking as I sat amongst my few friends that wow this is amazing! I did not mess them up too much and we all made it. I still felt alone, but somehow I knew I had done something successful in addition to my children such as become some acclaimed someone and I was content. I also noted the people I hired were still with me and all were happy. They had families and even the kids were there to attend.
Then I woke up.
Now as I sat with my coffee this afternoon after my nap I tried to sort dreams from reality and what it all meant and the why and ‘what’s’ about what I had dreamed and I had to laugh because I thought it so sensible that I make the amount for my sale to 225 million. Then I had to remind myself it was just a dream and that I best sip a bit more coffee. Lol Wake the hell up.
Now I ask you, why is it a wonder I can never wake up. Each night is like this and in detail and color it seems. The hills were green and there were flowers on my table that were yellow. There were white fences and red paint on the barn area. The walls of the safe room were grey and the hoodies were navy and black. The night sky through the glass looked so blue and crisp and the stars so shiny. Then the lightening was so fierce. This happens every night or nap and I wake up tired. Too much in my head trying to keep it running even in my sleep I think.
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Where are you right now? What do you do all day?? Do you post from work??
by Kudra ini just wonder if you are all posting at work or are at home on workers comp but but spending your time here on jwd ;) ... .
what are you guys usually doing when you are posting here?
what do you do all day?
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Sparkplug
Sparky,
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SEE! I told you!! You need to wake up this is important CRAPOLLA HERE! This is the good stuff. You need to know this if you want to make it in this damn world. (or so they keep saying)
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Where are you right now? What do you do all day?? Do you post from work??
by Kudra ini just wonder if you are all posting at work or are at home on workers comp but but spending your time here on jwd ;) ... .
what are you guys usually doing when you are posting here?
what do you do all day?
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Sparkplug
I post from home. Usually late night or daytime on the weekends. I work for a telecommunications corporation. I am a Revenue recovery rep. This is really boring and I never get to tell anyone about it because they fall asleep halfway through...Today, I will try it out on you.
I find where orders that my coworkers have written out for the engineers to put in DS1's, DS3's Sonet Rings, DSL, Voip, (basically any kind of Circuit) and try to make sure that it is billing correctly and working right. I work a regular reps job backwards and without engineer training so I am in an oddball position to be in. (troubleshooter) I used to be really good at what I do, but when in the last year I was moved from my other boss and into another area of the building and another area of work, I have become totally lost seeing I have been switched from one area to another...to yet another and back again and again. Pacific region, Southwest Region and Southern New England Region.
They all do basically the same thing but...
THEY USE DIFFERENT SYSTEMS.
So each Area uses about 5 to 8 systems and has different function keys for each system used. Within each system there can be hundreds of different pages and in each area the rules for the freaking function keys change on each page. They all have different rules and regulations as far as legals go and top it all off they all have different codes for each area. Each page can have hundreds of codes and to take it a step further.......
Each service provided is only provided with certian stipulations if and when and thus and such for when the moon is full and the page is a certian way and the powers that be decide not to jack with the systems......
SO....this last year when my job duty changed, they not only changed my duty, but changed my area, level of service, all databases used and provided no training. They did this to me at least four times. So lately I have a boss that seems to know this does not work, but seeing I am still in this new job duty and not in my "normal" area of expertise, nor my normal region of comfort and training....She has stuck me on stupid busy work and basically leaves me to rot. There is no training in the future and none on the horizon.
So the area I know and have over 1000 hours of training for I utilize NONE.
The area I am lost and have not a freaking clue on and my job depends on me doing, doing it right and knowing it....I work 40 hours a week and with the option of pumping out the busy work and wowing them with astronomical numbers of the piddly nothing I am doing BUT doing it correct...
COMPARED to flying by the seat of my pants and trying to learn the equivelant of the Greek Language Backwards and Transcribe it to a Rocket scientist with the tools and training of a 'wee tot' and a crayola ON MY OWN INITIATIVE and NO TRAINING. I have opted to do the boobs job. For the last 6 months when I took the initiative and did what was told and tried to learn as I guess they just expected...I was written up as though I had ACTUALLY had training. Getting written up means you could get fired in a Union environment.
I hate sitting still and lately at work until all the trouble flies over...I am going to do just that. If they want a paid boob, I can do that for a bit. I will take the check and go home till I get out of the hot seat. It so sucks to go from knowing most everything and being the subject matter expert to knowing NOTHING and having to shut up to keep your job.
Anyhow. I post from home because well you can imagine what happens if I were to do it from work...
I'de be standing on a corner with a huge sign that said "Boob for hire!"
I am home today.