ILP boards is the only reason I'm still alive.

I hope you never base real life upon dreams. The outcome will probably be contrary to what you’re expecting.

Ha Ha,

‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on’

It usually is. That is why I don’t expect any of my dreams to ever come true. What were discussing earlier, however, was a nightmare, so by all odds it should come true.

There is probably death for others. In an alternate dimension, I probably died while other’s spectated. In this I didn’t. Let me tell a dream I had.

I had a dream that I was bouncing around town in an office chair that I strapped a rocket underneath. I was rolling down the street almost running into cars and I decided to troll a guy’s parked car, laughing hysterically as I boosted up and down with the seat.
Then two thugs walked up to me, gave me the vibe they were going to hurt me, then they pulled out a knife, and so I shot them. I shot one of them in the chest, and my jaw dropped because it seemed like it didn’t hurt him very much. So I shot him in the head. He just shrugged it off. Then I unloaded a clip unto his friend, just shrugged it off. I knew I couldn’t escape my fate. They beat me to death like a pathetic ragdoll and then stabbed me in the chest. Ambulance arrived a few minutes later, and next thing I know I was on the bed. I was outside of my body, looking at Trixie. Trixie’s body kept struggling, and finally she got up out of bed. She refused to die.

I came to and then I was directed by the police into the holding cell to identify the criminals who had stabbed me. It was Hannibal Lectre and Loki and they were suprised to see me. In the reflection I exactly looked like the Joker smiling like a hyena (my body was no longer trixie, but had transformed into the Joker). They were so suprised. They thought they were the only clowns in town with magical powers (they were shapeshifters). Then my mother rudely woke me up right in the middle of my dream to give me a ride to my job.

You may have been equally surprised to find your dream within another dream and that in another and so on. Did you ever have a dream you were falling, falling down a very precipitous height, sort of like in hitchcocks vertigo, and then you woke up only before you hit rock bottom? they say that if you hit rock bottom you would have passed on, but you never ever hit rock bottom, because if you did you would know you were dead, hit the ground, and then see yourself rising unto the realities beyond this.

But what of, like in your dream, you actually saw the killers stab you, rape you, disfigure you, and even metamorphosing into them? What if, that ground, was nothing else as the cause of the confusion, shared by Narcissus, who was severely punished for the confusion, which in fact is no confusion at all, but is the basic reality, that those awful killers were nothin but your selves tricking you, baiting your self to kill you, because you were not satisfied with the abuse, the misuse, you had to go all the way, and find out what you thought was the last terrain, the very cause celebre go uyou being here, the most essential part of your existence on planet earth: the desire to be snuffed. You becoming the porno staR OF YOUR OWN MOVIE, IN FACT A SELF CRUCIFIXION. HOW ABOUT THAT, TRIXIE? DID YOU DESERVE TO DIE IN THIS FASHION OR NOT?

IS GETTING RAPED BY BOYS REALLY A VERY PAINFUL THING, IN ORDER TO EXIST, TO SURVIVE, YOU HAD TO BE PAINFULLY PENETRATED, SO YOU CAN FEEL SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

Every day when you wake up from now on I want you to say in a loud voice five times

My name is Trixie and I am a human being who has meaning in her life and so my life is worth living

Thought you believed life was meaningless.

I did fall and let myself hit the ground in a dream. Didn’t die.

Ouch! That must have been horrrrrrrrrenduous. But did you ever wake up, or are you still in a dream? Can you really tell? I would gather, no. The universe is so complex, that this last frontier is as of yet a matter of conjecture. One never knows, therefore only feels.

Esse est percipii, unlike cogito ergo sum. We have reduced ourselves to sporadic whims of our dream like imaginations, in this virtual post modern world.

Our Barbie doll selves, cut up and remixed,re invented mostly by others, have no capacity to get back and figure it all out.

It wasn’t horrendous. I finally overcame my fear of death and in the dream I was conscious enough to actually remember all the Hollywood meme’s that told me about how dying in a dream would make me die in real life.
So the dream was somewhat lucid, and I had the genuine belief I would die in real life, and I just let go, overcame my fear of death. It was actually quite a wonderful feeling.

But nothing happened I am still here.

To be more specific it was one of those flying dreams where I could fly up from the ground I got up to about 300 feet and just let myself…fall
It was one of the best feelings I ever had

Well it could all come to a tragic end, therefore some care is required. Art Linkletter, the TV hosts daughter, under the influence, not unlike being in a dream , thought she could fly. Spread her supposed wings and took flight from the top of building they lived in. Needless to say, the results were not desirable.
Those dreams, if they can be called that , often result in a bad contact with reality.

The precedence of thousands of years worth, of Icarus’s wings burned by the sun, should not be taken too lightly.

Just a word of caution, Trixi.

It is in the grand scheme of things but one can still give meaning to ones own

Can one really get blood out of a stone?

…and if she doesn’t feel that way? Do we begin with the Lie?

No because lying to someone as highly intelligent as Trixie is too much effort [ although I do not actually
lie myself so just saying ] Besides I have way too much respect for her to do such a thing even if I did lie

I was speaking about the below…which you said…

If she doesn’t believe this, feel this, how is it going to help her, even though you meant well but remember, hell can very well be paved with good intentions.
I was speaking of Trixie lying to herself - not you to her.

Now, if you actually do have so much respect for her, you will put your money where your mouth is, and that will be helpful to her. I’ve noticed from some of your posts that you do seem to like and care about her.
So your money and your mouth are in harmony.

Maybe I’m wrong about the mantra thingy though. But I do seem to intuit that we need to at least believe what we’re shouting to the heavens before any good can come from them (mantras).

BTW, intelligence and emotions can be seas apart. One may be highly intelligent and give into the lie. Emotions play a great part in our beliefs towards ourselves and things.

I’m surprised you feel such value of the forums.
Hopefully the mods will understand.

jerkey,

Can you hear the sounds of laughter coming from the cemeteries? They’re laughing at YOU! :evilfun:

HaHaHa,

Let’s not go throwing the baby out with the bathwater, Sir.
The outcome may be contrary to what we’re expecting but very often much better than what we’re expecting - at least if we pay attention and have the courage to ask: What are you trying to tell me? What are you trying to show me?
Our unconscious may be far wiser than our waking life is and it at times saves little pearls of wisdom for us and has beacons waiting to show us the way.

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You’re so silly.