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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 12:58:08 GMT -5
I was in the back garden at my mum and dad's house (they have been dead for 15 years.) I was pretty much as I am now and they were as I remembered them in the last few years of their lives.
We were having a bbq and I had a fancy camera but old style 35 mm film. I even knew it was a Canon - LMAO...I thought it was funny I didn't have a Minolta even in the dream.
Anyway I had thongs on (Calm down, it means flip-flops...we need fucking Google translate sometimes) and all over the grass were these huge hairy arsed tarantulas and lots and lots of trapdoor lairs with the spiders coming in and out of them.
I was trying to tell my dad it was dangerous and I needed shoes on, but he didn't seem to notice when I said it and just kept getting me to come over and take piccys of this or that spider - and while I was focussing the lens and looking at them the fear all went away - but then it would come back again.
The spiders were incredibly detailed and realistic looking. I mean they were all big but not unrealistically horror movie big, just hot wet Aussie summer with lots of mosquitoes to eat kind of big.
And I remember distinctly thinking at the time: "These are not native tarantulas - they're way too hairy to be ours!"
LMAO
And then I woke up and this song by The Violent Femmes was on the tele.
wot does it all mean? (Apart from I shouldn't eat cheese before bed?)
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Post by Random Panther on Apr 28, 2012 13:27:44 GMT -5
I have a recurring nightmare where I'm buried up to my neck in sand on some nameless beach,in the distance their is a small baby with no legs and no head,it uses its stubby little arms to run towards me with its arse in the air,when it gets close enough for me to notice details I see that where the neck ends and the head should be it has razor sharp teeth things in a triangle(exactly like a leech). I wake with a start just as it reaches me and encloses my head in its neck/jaws.
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 13:33:02 GMT -5
I have a recurring nightmare where I'm buried up to my neck in sand on some nameless beach,in the distance their is a small baby with no legs and no head,it uses its stubby little arms to run towards me with its arse in the air,when it gets close enough for me to notice details I see that where the neck ends and the head should be it has razor sharp teeth things in a triangle(exactly like a leech). I wake with a start just as it reaches me and encloses my head in its neck/jaws. You DEFINITELY need to stop eating cheese before bed.  But really. That's horrendous. Puts mine in perspective at least. Do you think it means you see babies as predatory critters? They can be you know. |
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Post by bigwillybear on Apr 28, 2012 13:39:42 GMT -5
I was in the back garden at my mum and dad's house (they have been dead for 15 years.) I was pretty much as I am now and they were as I remembered them in the last few years of their lives. We were having a bbq and I had a fancy camera but old style 35 mm film. I even knew it was a Canon - LMAO...I thought it was funny I didn't have a Minolta even in the dream. Anyway I had thongs on (Calm down, it means flip-flops...we need fucking Google translate sometimes) and all over the grass were these huge hairy arsed tarantulas and lots and lots of trapdoor lairs with the spiders coming in and out of them. I was trying to tell my dad it was dangerous and I needed shoes on, but he didn't seem to notice when I said it and just kept getting me to come over and take piccys of this or that spider - and while I was focussing the lens and looking at them the fear all went away - but then it would come back again. The spiders were incredibly detailed and realistic looking. I mean they were all big but not unrealistically horror movie big, just hot wet Aussie summer with lots of mosquitoes to eat kind of big. And I remember distinctly thinking at the time: "These are not native tarantulas - they're way too hairy to be ours!" LMAO And then I woke up and this song by The Violent Femmes was on the tele. wot does it all mean? (Apart from I shouldn't eat cheese before bed?) I don't expect it was easy for the tarantulas either. |
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Post by philipkduck on Apr 28, 2012 13:42:47 GMT -5
Isn't it incredible how your mind can conjure up vivid details in dreams? Not just the spiders - I bet you couldn't recall your parents so well in waking life. I sometimes dream of my long-gone parents, and they are there as real as when they lived, their faces, theirs mannerisms and above all their voices - all of which I would struggle to remember while awake.
I think you know what kind of tarantulas they were :
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Post by Random Panther on Apr 28, 2012 13:45:42 GMT -5
Nah,according to neuroscientists,dreams mean very little,it's just imagary that the mind plays when the brain is in REM sleep.
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Post by Random Panther on Apr 28, 2012 13:48:34 GMT -5
...but don't you know that tarantulas are harmless,not one recorded death from a terantula bite,if the were funnel webs it would be a different story.
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 13:50:26 GMT -5
Isn't it incredible how your mind can conjure up vivid details in dreams? Not just the spiders - I bet you couldn't recall your parents so well in waking life. I sometimes dream of my long-gone parents, and they are there as real as when they lived, their faces, theirs mannerisms and above all their voices - all of which I would struggle to remember while awake. I think you know what kind of tarantulas they were :  I know what you mean about the detail. I could smell the steaks cooking - my dad was a dab hand at a barbie - none of your charcoaled rubber boot soles came off his hotplate. Mum was even in the background tossing a salad with the salad servers she had got for her wedding gift and dragged out on every occasion she could. My dad comes to me lots on dreams but he's usually a very reassuring, loving presence. I had this bad feeling all through this one that was just like "wtf: why aren't you worried about me getting bitten?"lol But then looking at the spiders close up through the lens I was just as fascinated by them as he and there was no fear. Odd. Yes I am . |
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Post by Sita on Apr 28, 2012 13:53:39 GMT -5
I have a recurring nightmare where I'm buried up to my neck in sand on some nameless beach,in the distance their is a small baby with no legs and no head,it uses its stubby little arms to run towards me with its arse in the air,when it gets close enough for me to notice details I see that where the neck ends and the head should be it has razor sharp teeth things in a triangle(exactly like a leech). I wake with a start just as it reaches me and encloses my head in its neck/jaws. That wouldn't be disturbing at all to me. Quite normal actually. |
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Post by philipkduck on Apr 28, 2012 13:53:50 GMT -5
Nah,according to neuroscientists,dreams mean very little,it's just imagary that the mind plays when the brain is in REM sleep. I'm not talking about meaning or deep significance. I mean the way the mind has apparently stored so much detail of, for instance people you haven't seen for years, and can recall them as if they were for all intents and purposes real. |
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 13:54:06 GMT -5
...but don't you know that tarantulas are harmless,not one recorded death from a terantula bite,if the were funnel webs it would be a different story. it was the fecken trapdoors I was worried about!! 2.bp.blogspot.com/_ckBlasgNSzg/Sme4pj4aAtI/AAAAAAAANf4/1TOcngh8e20/s400/Trapdoor+Spider+In+Its+Hole.jpgBut that's what dad kept saying - "They're only bloody huntsmen and trapdoors are too shy to bite you!"LMAO He was a bit like that - wouldn't allow irrational fears to go unscoffed at. But there were so many of the buggers!!! ETA: Took offending image of scary arsed spidee off for the sake of Hare and esp Ms Moley whose pants were recently frightened off her. Sorry.  |
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 13:58:52 GMT -5
Nah,according to neuroscientists,dreams mean very little,it's just imagary that the mind plays when the brain is in REM sleep. I'm not talking about meaning or deep significance. I mean the way the mind has apparently stored so much detail of, for instance people you haven't seen for years, and can recall them as if they were for all intents and purposes real. Have you ever noticed how an aroma can bring back memories so powerful it's like you been whacked? My mum wore Opium. always. It was her scent. Isis went through a perfume dept once when she was a lot younger and sniffed at a lot of them. Then she almost upended the tester bottle of Opium all over herself and said "I like this one best mummy." I was just transfixed as all the visions of my mum, tarted up to the nines and wafting that same scent (not quite as strongly lol) as she passed by and brushed my cheeks with her lips to say goodbye. I almost cried it was so vivid a memory. |
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Post by MOLEY on Apr 28, 2012 15:03:14 GMT -5
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 15:07:31 GMT -5
? I know right? And I could see them that clearly **gestures to image of trapdoor above her head.** I mean I'm not arachnaphobic but I felt one of the buggers crawl across my foot. It was v unsettling - even in a dream state, I shuddered. |
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Post by StormInateacup on Apr 28, 2012 15:10:10 GMT -5
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"Seize the moment. 'Cause tommorow you might be dead. " - Buffy
don't keep doing that to me *faints*
don't keep doing that to me *faints*
