North_Ranger
Staff member
Redcoats using bayonnets to throw old, rusty cars at an ever-expanding bubble of water that threatens to envelope them all.
Damn my dreams are weird...
Damn my dreams are weird...
What do you mean...life with kids is always quiet and peaceful...I worry that people will think there's something wrong with me. I'm an elementary ed. teacher who doesn't want kids. I love teaching them, but I'm so relieved to come home to a quiet, peaceful house.
Nah, I had enough teachers growing up that didn't have any kids, and I realize that teaching and parenting desire and/or ability aren't necessarily related heavily.You're a Dad. That doesn't make you think, "Well she must not REALLY like kids..." I swear I do. I just also like quiet nights.
If you repeatedly read something, it will change each time. It's actually one of the tricks I used to use to get into lucid dreaming. Throughout the day, I would stop and ask myself if I was dreaming, and then I would either look at a picture or read a passage, look away, and then look again or reread it. If it changed, I knew I was dreaming.You know how it's said you are unable to read anything you see in a dream? Something about brain hemispheres and the part about dreams apparently disabling the ability to read...
Then why on earth do I remember reading the name 'Kaufmann, B.' on some receipt I saw in a dream? Was I not completely asleep and this was just some subconscious gunk my half-asleep mind was processing? Or did I just disprove that theory?
If you repeatedly read something, it will change each time. It's actually one of the tricks I used to use to get into lucid dreaming. Throughout the day, I would stop and ask myself if I was dreaming, and then I would either look at a picture or read a passage, look away, and then look again or reread it. If it changed, I knew I was dreaming.[/QUOTE]You know how it's said you are unable to read anything you see in a dream? Something about brain hemispheres and the part about dreams apparently disabling the ability to read...
Then why on earth do I remember reading the name 'Kaufmann, B.' on some receipt I saw in a dream? Was I not completely asleep and this was just some subconscious gunk my half-asleep mind was processing? Or did I just disprove that theory?
Your second photo makes you kinda look like an international art/jewelry thief. Perhaps its cause of the turtleneck and snazzier glasses. Have you considered a career change?Today I'm going to get my new national identity document and I decided to compare the new picture of me with the old one.
What was wrong with my 19 year old nose??
I'm glad I look better in the second picture though.