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My dreams are really vivid and good, its the reality when waking up that is causing me to sleep less...until I reach the point of exhaustion, then I have a major crash, I can only hope to adjust over the long haul...

Philo take solace in the fact that the human condition is very resilient and eventually we adjust...I pray that it is in fact true...

I never used to remember my dreams, just the fleeting feelings as you wake, as a kid I used to sleep walk, wake up outside 1/2 a mile from the house, they locked me in after a couple of those episodes. Shortly after I got married, I woke up naked in the car several times (subconsciously making my escape 13 years before making my escape)...crazy. Speaking of crazy way back a long long time ago I was envolved with a lady who was into astral travel, so of course to find her finer I too was extreamly interested in astral travel....heres the deal, no pot or booze, just meditation, after about two or three weeks we would wake up at several specified times during the night and write down in these little scented notebooks what we were dreaming about, so you could read what you wrote and remember your dreams. the theory is that you can train yourself to travel within and control your dreams, I kept this up for about three to four months and recorded some very vivid dreams....Well the girl done moved away, you know how they are, but we stayed in touch and she would discuss her astral adventures with skeptical old me. Then one night she said she had traveled to my house in her dreams and she correctly described the contents of the kitchen sink, the page the telephone book was turned to on the table, lp on the turntable etc...freaked me out, she played this wee game several times with great and inexplicable accuracy....When I moved, she was able to tell me the colours and locations of the rooms within my new place and the colour of the new sofa (maroon) and how many gold fish in the tank. I couldn't explain it then, and I can't explain it now.

Many years later I began having deja vu like experiences, meeting people I had never met before, but knowing their names before we were introduced, knowing what they were going to say before they said it, which came in handy one time since we were buying a car off them. Walking into a house in a town I had never been to before and illogically knowing the exact decor and furniture layout before going in and the intence feeling of having been there before...It took me sometime to realise that some of these things had occured in the dreams decades before, I dug out the little old scented notebook and sure enough many of these events were recorded.....no fucking lottery numbers though
I still have the occasional vivid type dreams with future deja vu sequels, but more often than not its the running or the falling and wake up sweating and scared as hell type dreams....hence the insomnia home remedy

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There is some serendipity here, I began doing Yoga when I was 15 and by the time I was in my early 20’s would teach informal class’s and became an adept at Kundalini Yoga and even went to a 3 day teacher training camp and became certified.

I attended many class’s at the Sikh Ashram in Long Beach and had a Yogi one evening when only myself and several friends showed up for class, he was not the normal Yogi for the class. We would do a meditative cool down after each class and he asked us to lay on our backs so we could take a trip together. He was playing an extremely peaceful tune on a hand held harp probably a Karimba, he set the scene and it was journey to the Taj Mahal.

We seemed to go into an Astral projection and flew to the Taj Mahal, dipped our hands in the holy fountain and anointed our heads. We participated in his directed activities, I am not sure how long we were gone, but it had to be at least 10 or 15 minutes.

When he brought us back it was so sudden it was like we slammed into our bodies and we all were very groggy. We exchanged notes outside after we left and everyone had the same experience and all saw each other there, in a word it was mind boggling.

Not long after that my sister bought me a book by a Yogi that taught how to remember, control, and travel in your dreams…you could even manipulate the settings probably were the idea for the movie Inception came from.

Over the years I became very skilled at remembering and controlling dreams, I could determine locations I would like to visit and would travel to them and see details and people I was seeking out.

I have not put a lot of effort into it in the last 10 years or so, but still maintain a high level of control when I choose to use it.

I believe this has something to do with why I am having such detailed vivid dreams of my wife and while they are occurring they are a true blessing, but due to the realism of them waking up is so very painful.

Plook, you just went even higher up on my Cool-ometer (tm).

And the plot for Inception was stolen from a Donald Duck comic by Keno Don Rosa.

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I used to vividly remember my dreams as a kid. Rarely ever do I remember them now. But when I do, they are some fucked up ones for sure.

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Can you explain this Nolan guy is saying its an original idea...we all know there are 7 stories that keep getting recycled...

There's no such thing as an original idea, in the same way there's no faithful biography or documentary.

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Just discovered this thread - truly sorry to hear about the health problems, Philo; you're a nice guy and don't deserve them.
What do they doctors actually say in terms of prognosis, treatment etc. Anything helpful?

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7 stories and 12 notes.
but what about the stories between the stories and the notes between the notes?


Then there can be no such thing as an unoriginal idea.

Your an optimist, give it time you'll get it...

Told you sarcasm was included.






Thanks for the kind words Caputh! There is a post on page 3 where I'm replying to KK that will sum it all up for you. I actually was considering seeing a liver specialist, but that would involve many trips to Nashville. Despite my boss calling me in his office 4 years ago when I found out and saying he would be behind me all the way, he is unwilling to give me the help I need in my department to allow me to make all those trips. He is a goddamn liar, and the reason I hate my job so much. But this is the second best paying manufacturing job in this area, and I have a son to raise. So, what's a guy to do but keep trudging across the tundra? Thanks again for the kind words!

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Typical American company, lip service is easy to get, any kind of action is like pulling teeth...

Well, good luck, Philo -sounds like you don't trust most doctors at all, a position I can understand. In some ways, I always think they're a bit like car mechanics or washing machine repairers. If you don't know much about the inner workings of the car or washing machine, they'll be many who will charge you a hefty fee and fuck up the machine anyway. When you find one that is honest and upright and fair (amazingly there are some), then he's like your best buddy. It would be great if you could find at least one doctor you can trust...

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Don't trust doctors at all Caputh. When I was younger I had hair down to my waist. Even though I always kept a job, I didn't have insurance. If I was in pain, doctors would treat me as if I were just trying to obtain drugs. Those are easily obtainable without a doctor's help. Then I would see people on welfare {which my tax dollars were helping to pay for}, get treated like royalty. Left a sour taste in my mouth.

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Hi everyone. My name is Kash. I am Philo's nephew. My dad is in prison, because at 42 he still can't take care of himself. He really had no business procreating, but that is a discussion for another thread. My mom was let out of jail just long enough to give birth to me. I have 2 wonderful grandmother's, and my uncle Philo helped a little financially. I have one of the best grandfathers {on my fathers side}, you could ever want. So, I'm good for now. I'll probably wake up one day, and realize how fucked up my intro to this world really was. But for now, I'm one of the cutest things going.

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Very cute, but he looks like he needs a bit of cheering up. Stick joes garage 1 on for him - with headphones.
TT

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That kid can write, he can spell better than me...

He does look a little pissy, but I don't thing Garage will help that.

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He had a hell of a fucking stenographer.

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Lovely little fellow!

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Thanks Bonny!

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congratulations, uncle philo!

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"bit of nostalgia for the old folks."

Thanks LG!

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Won't be much sleeping here tonight. The fireworks are going off more than in years past. They are supposed to shut down at 10:00, but that won't happen tonight. But, I'm happy to live in an area where a dumbass redneck can blow his hand off shooting fireworks. The irony of it all is that I work with a guy who is missing a tip of his finger from a firework accident when he was a kid.

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That would be a constitutional right wouldn't it Uncle Philo'?

the right to blow off ones extremities with gun powder
(non political bs type statement)

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hey punk where you goin' with no mask on your face.....