Totally off topic, you mentioned you were Comanche, is that right?
Reason I ask is I’m listening to Empire of the Summer Moon and it’s frigging great. Was wondering what you’re take on it was or what you’re level of awareness is of it…thanks
No, my mother is Mescalero Apache and I was born and raised on the reservation.
My biological father (as opposed to my step-father, who is also Apache and raised me) was a white guy, but had one grandfather who is listed as “Indian” on his birth certificate and census records, tribe unstated. He was from SW Texas, though, so Comanche is the most likely tribe. But I’ve never really investigated the issue, as my bio dad was a useless human being.
That first really great shit in the morning … even better when it’s on company time
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I like that feeling of relief from a bad dream upon first waking up.
I recently saw the preview for the part 2 of A Quiet Place. And well, my imagination decided to run with it. I remember the dream from start to finish.
Premise of it was different since in the preview there were multiple monsters, but in my dream there was only one who attacked the neighbors. (The people were different but the house was exactly the same as these neighbors I knew when I was younger and my family was very close to them.)
My mom was working the swing shift like She used to some years ago, and my dad had just moved to Baytown Texas some 44 miles east of downtown.
But what was so scary about my dream was my dogs. All of them were in it, and one of them had her babies (which she currently is about to in real life). I remember how concerned and scared they looked, because they knew something was horribly wrong, and how frantic I was. As a product of that they would whimper, and all I could do was hug them firmly, and constantly. And the meat and potatoes of my dream was me trying to keep a litter of freshly born puppies as quiet as possible, try to leave to safely, and keep all of my dogs safe while trying to simultaneously sneak passed a monster that was decimating my neighbors.
I woke up right after I turned the knob to our backdoor to open it, in my dream.
Upon waking I was covered in sweat, but the biggest sigh of relief came out of me, and I just plopped back onto my pillow, and basked in that relief.
Bad dreams sure are intense though.
Professor Lowenstein (George Lowenstein) told his staff I was a good worker
My food history professor liked my food blog
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100%, especially since I can literally feel and taste things in mine
Have you ever experienced a dream within a dream?
A week ago, I had one where I missed my flight to pittsburgh and my parents couldn’t afford tuition anymore, so I had to quit. I then proceeded to “wake up”, only to “find out” it “wasn’t a dream” and started to panic before I woke up for real
-definitely threw me for a loop
Yeah I can feel and taste things too. I hate when my dreams involve water because I can feel the sensation of being drenched in it.
Yeah I’ve had dreams like that. But In the grand scheme of it it’s just my mind picturing myself sleeping and then tailoring the dream in a time constrained manner.
The worse one I had was one in which I got “kidnapped” and “choloroformed”, after the thugs “put the towel over my face”, everything “went black” and I promptly went into sleep paralysis…not fun…
I’ve only had one instance of it, and it wasn’t bad, just mildly frustrating.
I’ve had too many night terror episodes though. Some of which would cause me to stay up for fear of going to bed, and cause a lot of distress to my mental well being.
Since then, they’ve all subsided just through my personal beliefs, and putting myself in a more positive mood and remaining hopeful.
Obviously my home gym. It gets water in it, its unpainted, missing sheetrock, the floor is a little… used, and it can get some interesting smells… but its mine. It’s a combination of hard earned money and patience that led to getting great deals and acquiring things I didnt think I could afford. It also serves as a reminder that I’m slowly getting my shit together.
I was never really bad in drugs, but I did partake in my fair share, and I drank… honestly every single night for about 3 years with very few exceptions… I couldnt hold a job, I was shit with my money, and I generally had absolutely zero idea what the hell I was doing in my life.
I figured it out with my fiance and we’ve acquired a beautiful home, reliable vehicles (with warranties, holy shit what a blessing I didnt know those were) and have started to really get a foothold on our lives. However, the gym can only be expendable money, that comes after all bills are paid, money is saved, and I can justify a purchase that wont hamper us at all. It’s my own little arbitrary gauge for how far we’ve come.
Also, it’s quite literally the only thing that survived the flood, so it’s got that going for it too lol.
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Just paid off my Jeep, so now all the autos in the Q stable are paid for.
Feels good.
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That is an awesome feeling!
Good for you.
Ice Cream.
oh, and bacon.
but not bacon ice cream -
I can finally post in this thread.
I got a full scholarship to college, now I’m waiting on all my other offers. I’ll also have enough money saved to move out in May until August rolls around and I have college to go to.
I’m feeling much more hopeful and motivated because I’m an adult in less than 3 months.
I’m not a smoker anymore, and I look/feel healthier even with my stomach issues. Stomach issues are slowly but surely getting better, I’m finding ways to keep everything in check. Definitely the best ever gift I could have given myself. I love being able to breathe, run, taste food, and function normally again. I have no desire to smoke cigarettes anymore, I’ve already saved $330 just from not smoking, and I still have two jobs that pay me well. On weeks with no school, I pull in $600-$700 a week tax-free.
I have a definite future. There is no chance that I’ll ever have to go back home. I didn’t think I’d ever make it to where I’m at. Cool beans. My mom is eager to kick me out soon, my dad has been the only thing holding her back from doing so. No matter, I’ll never have to see her again soon enough.
I decided to restart training on Monday, because I may as well be doing something with this new, non-smoker body I have. Maybe I’ll get stronger more quickly now, maybe I can work on my conditioning. Possibilities are endless.
Oh yeah, I’ve also learned how to maintain and keep a relationship. I found a girl with whom I can be myself. We’ve been talking and seeing each other for around three months, and we’re taking it slow and enjoying each other’s company. She doesn’t criticize me, judge me, or complain about my insecurities. In return, I am working on my insecurities and self-image, and I believe I’m making progress in the right direction. She makes me feel very happy and content with who I am.
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What’s the lucky school?
Reading all of this makes ME happy. Good on ya, man. That is fantastic.
St. John’s University (Queens Campus).
Not a bad school. I’m considering it.
A relief to hear! Congratulations! Remote online high five bump fist. A winner is you!
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David Lynch movies make me happy, especially The Eraserhead.