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So, Captain's Log: Night #1.0
I was home alone, as the wife was over to her Aunt's house to share wedding photos. She left me a bottle of wine as if to say "this will replace me, this glorious evening darling." I pulled the cork and drank from the bottle, because cups are pointless to me when you're alone and the bottle is all yours. Society is so twisted.
I went into my recording studio and downloaded a few binaural tones, in order to get my brain producing some of those sound-waves my research was talking about which induce an altered consciousness. Admittedly, my a.d.d. hyperactivity began to kick in and I wasn't in concentration mode, and so I advanced toward my Giant Screen and turned on my glorious X-Box vessel. I played some of the new Call of Duty, Modern Warfare II on the hardest level, I'm up to the part where we ambush the Hide-out on the lake.
Wife arrives home around 9:30, and I begin to yawn. Early bed-time, it seems. My body was in an ample relaxation mode, must have been the wine, but I wasn't drunk or even buzzy. I didn't feel like getting nekked and enshrouding my woman with an experience similar to operating a Guillatine, only slightly even MORE pleasurable, and so I started a meditation routine while laying on my back in the king-sized bed.
I tried my absolute best to remain focused on imagining myself in the corner, but I was fading with my thoughts. So, I moved my imaginary-self to my dog's bed where I pet her on my way to Brushing my teeth every evening. It was easy to remain focused, because I was engaged in an activity (petting her, you sicko's).
I fell asleep. I'm not certain that my other self remained in my thoughts all the way until my body turned off, I don't really remember.
I did not have an out of body experience. Better put, I don't "think" I had an out of body experience, but I had some pretty vivid dreams, and a few of them as a matter of fact.
The first was interesting, to me anyways. You all might not get it. (required background info before reading of the dream: I went to Aruba for my honeymoon, and went on some Excursions. That is relevant. Also, I had a GT tee-shirt made by some air-brushing place in the mall this past weekend, and I enjoyed a conversation the dude (clerk) and I had, found it interesting. This is also relevant information.).
So, whisk me down to my hotel room in Aruba. The Riu Palace, in Aruba. I was sitting in my hotel room and wife was out with her Aunt (who in real-life wasn't IN Aruba, but this probably related to her going over there this very night in real-life). I was conversating with these two black kids, who were sitting at the edge of the Bed which took up much of the room so it was the practical sitting space. I remember the dude on my left was interesting, so I'm assuming he was the kid from the air-brush place I had met at the mall this past weekend. I was enjoying their company, but don't remember what we were talking about........when suddenly dude on the right leans backward and lifts his feet up toward me. His bare feet had white chalk on them, and he said "so, we're athletes, do you have any spare cash you can donate to keep us going?"
I felt conned into liking them when this was their eventual plan all along. I said "sorry, but all I carry is my Card I don't do cash. I'll show you my wallet."
They stood over me as I opened my droor, and there was an envelope in there full of dough. The kid from the airbrush store grabbed it quick when he saw it and said "come awnnn man, what's all this?"
I vividly remember that in his grabbing a bunch of bills quickly, a couple dropped to the floor. I thought I was about to have to fight but instead of keeping what he grabbed, he even picked up a $20(I remember the denomination at this point) and handed it ALL back to me. I felt like a dick like I required fast thinking on my feet excuses, so I said "that's not money I can even use, it's set aside for this excursion we're going on tomorrow."
End scene, and I go out onto the balcony and see my wife on the next-door balcony, which is weird b/c that becomes our room?!?!? I hopped over the balcony "fence" and joined her, in "our" room. (which I was just in??!?!?). Entire dream ends, at least that I can remember. Next dream of the three, to come. Next two are shorter, somewhat.
I was home alone, as the wife was over to her Aunt's house to share wedding photos. She left me a bottle of wine as if to say "this will replace me, this glorious evening darling." I pulled the cork and drank from the bottle, because cups are pointless to me when you're alone and the bottle is all yours. Society is so twisted.
I went into my recording studio and downloaded a few binaural tones, in order to get my brain producing some of those sound-waves my research was talking about which induce an altered consciousness. Admittedly, my a.d.d. hyperactivity began to kick in and I wasn't in concentration mode, and so I advanced toward my Giant Screen and turned on my glorious X-Box vessel. I played some of the new Call of Duty, Modern Warfare II on the hardest level, I'm up to the part where we ambush the Hide-out on the lake.
Wife arrives home around 9:30, and I begin to yawn. Early bed-time, it seems. My body was in an ample relaxation mode, must have been the wine, but I wasn't drunk or even buzzy. I didn't feel like getting nekked and enshrouding my woman with an experience similar to operating a Guillatine, only slightly even MORE pleasurable, and so I started a meditation routine while laying on my back in the king-sized bed.
I tried my absolute best to remain focused on imagining myself in the corner, but I was fading with my thoughts. So, I moved my imaginary-self to my dog's bed where I pet her on my way to Brushing my teeth every evening. It was easy to remain focused, because I was engaged in an activity (petting her, you sicko's).
I fell asleep. I'm not certain that my other self remained in my thoughts all the way until my body turned off, I don't really remember.
I did not have an out of body experience. Better put, I don't "think" I had an out of body experience, but I had some pretty vivid dreams, and a few of them as a matter of fact.
The first was interesting, to me anyways. You all might not get it. (required background info before reading of the dream: I went to Aruba for my honeymoon, and went on some Excursions. That is relevant. Also, I had a GT tee-shirt made by some air-brushing place in the mall this past weekend, and I enjoyed a conversation the dude (clerk) and I had, found it interesting. This is also relevant information.).
So, whisk me down to my hotel room in Aruba. The Riu Palace, in Aruba. I was sitting in my hotel room and wife was out with her Aunt (who in real-life wasn't IN Aruba, but this probably related to her going over there this very night in real-life). I was conversating with these two black kids, who were sitting at the edge of the Bed which took up much of the room so it was the practical sitting space. I remember the dude on my left was interesting, so I'm assuming he was the kid from the air-brush place I had met at the mall this past weekend. I was enjoying their company, but don't remember what we were talking about........when suddenly dude on the right leans backward and lifts his feet up toward me. His bare feet had white chalk on them, and he said "so, we're athletes, do you have any spare cash you can donate to keep us going?"
I felt conned into liking them when this was their eventual plan all along. I said "sorry, but all I carry is my Card I don't do cash. I'll show you my wallet."
They stood over me as I opened my droor, and there was an envelope in there full of dough. The kid from the airbrush store grabbed it quick when he saw it and said "come awnnn man, what's all this?"
I vividly remember that in his grabbing a bunch of bills quickly, a couple dropped to the floor. I thought I was about to have to fight but instead of keeping what he grabbed, he even picked up a $20(I remember the denomination at this point) and handed it ALL back to me. I felt like a dick like I required fast thinking on my feet excuses, so I said "that's not money I can even use, it's set aside for this excursion we're going on tomorrow."
End scene, and I go out onto the balcony and see my wife on the next-door balcony, which is weird b/c that becomes our room?!?!? I hopped over the balcony "fence" and joined her, in "our" room. (which I was just in??!?!?). Entire dream ends, at least that I can remember. Next dream of the three, to come. Next two are shorter, somewhat.