Quote from: Burned up on March 25, 2009, 02:34:18 PMYes I have noticed that kind of thing happening too. Certainly the reverse is true - when times are bad the dreams are better!
Hmm. IDK, I'll have to pay attention. Hopefully no bad tho.
Quote from: Mes Tarrant on March 25, 2009, 07:39:30 PMWait, 70% of dreams are negative? What, why?
I've heard that most dreams are about mundane activities (brushing teeth, driving to work, etc). So one of these theories has gotta be wrong.. unless mundane activities constitute as negative. Which is quite possible.
Maybe both. Maybe the recalled ones are negative, but overall most are mundane.
Quote from: pj on March 25, 2009, 07:10:24 AMI had this theory that a some of the music that really came into vogue in our time would never have had a chance in today's world because people don't spend a lot of time just sitting around investing enough attention to "get it". This includes most of what we'd call "art rock" and even a lot of Dylan. The stuff that survives on those classic rock stations isn't the epic, gorgeous, complex stuff for the most part. . . early Genesis, Gentle Giant, Yes, King Crimson and the like. It's mostly the short, catchy stuff with an easy hook. hey pj. even though i DO "sit around" and actively listen to music still (so thankful for my 30 minute commute!!!) i agree whole-heartedly with your theory. it is dead-on. but current radio is even far removed from what it was in the late 70's which even had short songs, but still was a radio-culture mostly due to the post-punk and new-wave boom (talking heads, gabriel, xtc, joy division, new order, talk talk, japan, bowie, eno, roxy music, police). now radio is truly dead -- not that i'm crying really. i have to say, the internet was a boon for anyone into prog or art rock, and even more so for current progressive genres such as post-rock, avant-prog, post-prog, and post-metal. even current indie-rock and experimental-rock genres which i'd say were related through 70's krautrock and 70's proto-new-age-electronica have largely been possible through the internet. al gore be praised! lol.
mb -- sorry for the tangent!!!
Quote from: analyst on March 25, 2009, 10:27:12 PMmb -- sorry for the tangent!!!
You know you are always welcome to go off on a tangent in my journal.
Quote from: Moonbeam on March 25, 2009, 10:39:42 PMQuote from: analyst on March 25, 2009, 10:27:12 PMmb -- sorry for the tangent!!!
You know you are always welcome to go off on a tangent in my journal. always good to know!
(oh i KNEW it already!!! ... just wanted to hug ya!)
Quote from: analyst on March 25, 2009, 10:42:45 PMQuote from: Moonbeam on March 25, 2009, 10:39:42 PMQuote from: analyst on March 25, 2009, 10:27:12 PMmb -- sorry for the tangent!!!
You know you are always welcome to go off on a tangent in my journal. always good to know!
(oh i KNEW it already!!! ... just wanted to hug ya!)
Going South?
I'm driving along a snow road. A bird flies up in front of me--it's a road-runner! What's that doing up here? I pass a dejected bedgraggled coyote walking with its down. Then another bird, a hawk. I want to help these animals, but how can I? I keep driving.
Springtime! Time for some new lucid beginnings. I'm sure these winter dry spells will all melt away from the spring sunshine
Quote from: Robot_Butler on March 26, 2009, 12:39:37 PMSpringtime! Time for some new lucid beginnings. I'm sure these winter dry spells will all melt away from the spring sunshine
Hi RB!! I hope so!
RB is right - Spring is a time of fresh opportunities - starting a fresh after the oppression of the winter months LDs for ALL
Since I have no recall from last night, here's a sort-of lucid dream/SP thing from a very long time ago.
Evil Hooded Sweatshirt Jacket
A hooded sweatshirt jacket is hanging from the closet doorknob. It comes off and moves towards me as if somebody is wearing it. It approaches the bed and stops, raising its sleeve towards me. Inside the sleeve, I see swirling colors and horrible demonic faces. I'm terrified, and I think, “This has to be a dream!” (I wake myself up/break SP to escape.)
Ahhh.. String Theory - very cool You proved you have very interesting dreams
Quote from: Moonbeam on April 09, 2009, 07:22:02 AMQuote from: pj on April 09, 2009, 07:13:26 AMString theory.
Aha! Did I prove something?
For some reason I think it would have been funnier if you'd have disproved something.
ah the look of amazment on the DCs faces as you fly over them must have been cool! DAM I miss that flying feeling! thats it I want it badly now!
ha ha loving your dream sketcher images and you know whats funny I was thinking about string theory before I read PJs comment! he read my mind. That must have been cool HI
Quote from: Namaste on April 09, 2009, 11:21:57 AMAhhh.. String Theory - very cool You proved you have very interesting dreams
I'm hoping they are coming back to me!
Quote from: Burned up on April 09, 2009, 01:10:50 PMFor some reason I think it would have been funnier if you'd have disproved something.
I'll take either one!
Quote from: Mark on April 09, 2009, 04:10:32 PMah the look of amazment on the DCs faces as you fly over them must have been cool! DAM I miss that flying feeling! thats it I want it badly now!
ha ha loving your dream sketcher images and you know whats funny I was thinking about string theory before I read PJs comment! he read my mind. That must have been cool HI
You'll be flying again soon, Mark!
I know my dream sketcher images are the most pitiful drawings ever made, but it's fun.
Looks like you've been getting HI lately. You doing anything different with your sleep schedule? And do you have to wake yourself out of it to remember them, or do you actually remember those the next morning?
No, nothing different. I often get HI, but I don't often remember it. Sometimes if I liked it and it didn't successfully turn into anything (as it usually doesn't) I'll wake up enough to write a note; other times I remember it.
WILD attempts: Failed, not even HI, but had two late lucids. Oh wait I remember some HI from early in the night.
HI
I see mountains like the alps, with little bitty people in colorful clothes, climbing and skiing and...waving at me?
Crickets in the Snow
(dream in progress...)...I turn onto the narrow road--wait, it's a wide highway, the widest I've ever seen! Very strange. I'm driving next to a big truck. It turns off the highway onto a small road, almost like a logging road, into the woods, and I "know" it crashes.
I'm out of my car, walking down the road. It's cold and snowing, and I wish the weather was better (but don't will it--it doesn't occur to me to change it.) A blond boy about ten walks towards me. I ask him if he is OK. He says yes. I am aware of wanting to my nice to my DC's (not really thinking about last time, but just a feeling) A woman comes, his mother I suppose. I offer to help--I think this may actually be a situation where I could get a semi out of a ditch or wherever it is (I don't see it).
She doesn't really say yes or no, and I realize it doesn't matter. We trudge in the snow, it's actually kind of cold and miserable. I hear something--what is it? Crickets chirping! I stop the woman and tell her to listen--crickets in the snow! She listens for a moment, then looks at me with wonder. We stand and get snow on us, looking around into the woods, listening to the crickets. (I've been incubating seeing a rainbow--that might have come next if I'd stayed asleep. )
Another Lucid Drive--Message Passed to Brother
(dream in progress...) I'm living in strange house, with my family, Tom, some strangers, and my boyfriend Michael Madsen. (What is it with that guy? I never think about him while I'm awake! I hardly even know who he is!) I am trying to tiptoe aruond MM, not make him angry, because I know how dangerous he is. Nobody else seems to recognize this, and he keeps getting pissed off, and I get more and more worried about what he might do. I make some breakfast while he is taking a shower, for me a huge skillet full of brats and eggs all mixed together, half-raw; for him, a very nice egg and brat sandwich on a crescent roll.
He comes out and I offer him the food. He says he already ate; and I notice that some dishes have been used and cleaned and the towel hung up nicely. He may be a killer, but he's very neat.
I wander into a bedroom. A man is humming a tune to the woman in bed, saying he heard it last night (and I did too, somehow, I know what he's talking about). She gets up and goes to a small piano and starts playing the tune by ear. I say, "Wow, I wish I could do that!" I listen to the tune.
Tom comes in and says we need to go to the store. MM wants to come too. We get into Tom's truck, with MM in the back, and go to the store. I'm nervous the whole time. When we get to there, MM says he wants to run across the street to a gas station, and Tom and I go into the grocery store. It's a very small place, and Tom buys one loaf of bread. I fly into a rage, saying why the hell did he drag me out to buy one loaf of bread; I thought he had some real shopping to do, he better tell me next time, etc. I'm worried that this will somehow make MM angry too. He rolls his eyes, pays for the bread, and we leave the store and get into the truck.
We drive away. Oh no, we forgot MM! I tell Tom to go back. The street is enormously wide and it would be easy to make a u-turn, but he keeps driving, looking for a street to turn down. Arrrgh, he drives me crazy, he won't do what I tell him. Suddenly he whips around and we're driving fast--that's not like Tom! I look over and it's my brother there instead.
I don't say anything for a minute, just sit and ride and look around. It's unfamiliar, but very realistic, nothing out of place. "Joe. Do you know this is a dream?" He looks at me--I can tell he doesn't believe me, but is not quite sure what is going on. I say, "Oh no, we forgot MM!", then realize it doesn't matter, and we laugh at the thought of leaving him behind.
I see flames on the side of the road--what is it? A little white church on fire! I point it out to Joe, and strangely he denies it is on fire. I tell him to look at it--I can clearly see the flames shooting out of the top, but he insists the fire is behind it, and it only seems to be on fire. (My brother would argue that the sky isn't blue.)
We pass an enormous, strange construction--big, carved, wooden towers, leaning out at impossible angles. I point it out to Joe. "Whoa, what is that?" I tell him it's in my mind. I tell him this is all in my mind, isn't that weird. He tells me to prove it, so I say, "OK, I'll make the truck fly!" I concentrate on us flying, but it works about as well as it would IRL--nothing. He scoffs. He asks me how his skin looks--do I see any wrinkles by his eyes. I look at him, and I don't see any wrinkles, and tell him. He's happy.
I say to him, "Joe I'm going to give you a message, and I want you to remember it and tell me when I come next week". (I'm going home IRL.) He agrees. I tell him, "When you see me, say something about Frieda". (Frieda is a cat we had when we were young, very long time ago, and not likely to come up in conversation now.) He agrees, but then I think, I might be convinced if he succeeds, but other people won't--they won't think it's proof. I better think of something else.
He has stopped the truck and we are walking towards a building. "Where are we going?", I ask him. "To the movies", he says. I think of another message. "Joe--Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!" and to get it in his head, I start singing the song. He opens the door to the theater and suddenly I'm singing loud enough for everybody to hear, and they are annoyed and turn around. It's a strange theater with tables and chairs along with the rows of seats. Strangely, the movie playing is not Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, as I was convinced it would be. We walk in, me still singing, trying to get the message in his head. (I wake up, ten minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off--I purposely didn't set it last night.)
Great night of dreams and recall there, Moonbeam!
I hope one or both of the messages works out.
When are you leaving, and how long will you be gone???
Driving there on Wed 4/15, driving home on Tues 4/21, I think it is. No internet!
Yeah - that's what I expected.
Look for a nearby cafe where you can at least check in!
Wow, great night and cool lucids, and you remembered to be nice to DC's and got to try to pass a message. Do you really think it will work? I thought you didn't believe in supernatural stuff like that.
Quote from: pj on April 10, 2009, 08:47:32 AMYeah - that's what I expected.
Look for a nearby cafe where you can at least check in!
I might be at somebody's house now or then. Have you seen that new little computer AT&T is going to sell for $50, pretty much just for getting on the internet? What do you think of that?
Quote from: unseen wombat on April 10, 2009, 09:11:02 AMWow, great night and cool lucids, and you remembered to be nice to DC's and got to try to pass a message. Do you really think it will work? I thought you didn't believe in supernatural stuff like that.
No, I don't think it will work, and I don't believe in supernatural stuff. I've never seen on shred of evidence for anything supernatural. (Except for when I almost guessed Cusp's animal that he was thinking of, a platypus, and I didn't know what it was but I described it almost perfectly. Saw it in a dream.) So I figure if I'm ever going to observe anything paranormal, supernatural, whatever you call it, it will be in a dream. That's why Pj and I have been trying for a long time to pass a message. It's been very inspiring for my dreams, all the experiments we've done. It seems like dreams need a purpose, or else they are wasted. Just like life, eh?
So, if I ever succeed with doing that, you guys can believe me! I'm sure my brother doesn't know about this forum, so if he mentions either Freida or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, I would be quite surprised. I know it wouldn't be much proof to anybody else. I'm not sure why I thought you guys would buy CCBB over our old cat Freida. Dream logic. I thought I was thinking pretty clearly, but I guess not.
I Like My Sugar Sweet ~2:30, 50%
I'm with people from work at what I assume to be XX's house. ZZ is there, and it's a restrained atmosphere. Music is playing, and Quinn the Eskimo comes on. I say something to her implying that I know what it means. I can see her wondering about that--she didn't think anybody knew what it meant, never met anybody who did, yet I am claiming to. I can tell she wants to say that I'm lying, nobody knows that, but thinks it's maybe possible that I actually do know, and doesn't want to challenge me on it and be wrong.
ZZ leaves. Everybody relaxes. XX's girlfriend is there, but he keeps following me around, talking to me. I ask him if the rumor I heard that he is leaving in September is true, but he doesn't respond. He is singing along with ever song that comes on, almost like performance. He keeps trying to give me gifts, one of them a gauzy shirt. The atmosphere is more tropical than like WI somehow, and I think it's like a prediction of where he's going to go when he leaves.
I sit on the couch with Tom. There is a black cat on the arm of the couch, and a littler black cat jumps up on top of the big one and lies down on it. Isn't that cute? I show Tom. I'm holding my cat Fox now, but he's is a strange brown and gold swirly pattern instead of orange. Cats one after another jump, see Fox is already on my lap, then jump back down. Then a cat that looks just like him jumps up. I study the intricate pattern of the cats fur, realizing he is just like Fox. Fox's claws dig into me, and he hisses at the cat. I tell Tom he doesn't like the cat that looks just like him for some reason.
Going to Pete's House ~5:00, 100%
(dream starts...?) I'm in my Dad's house, lucid. I begin to float and go towards the front door, opening it instead of phasing, and my shirt gets caught on the handle, stopping me. I unhook it and keep going. I float out over the neighborhood. Everything looks perfectly normal, except deserted, no people or cars driving. I try to think of a goal. Pete! I'll look for him. When I think the thought, I imagine that I'll be instantly traveling quickly up the Mississippi River, following a water route to his house. However, I just fly along a little more quickly, and I realize I can just call for him--he may hear me.
So I fly down the street, about roof level, calling Pete's name. I see a turquoise or aqua green house. Somehow that color makes me think it might be Pete's house--didn't I see him sitting in a chair that color once? Oh, it has a big spray of peacock feathers by the door! That is also a clue, some fragment of a memory. I go towards the house, calling his name.
I think I'll go look in the backyard first, and start to fly around the house, but somehow end up at the back door leading into the kitchen. I open it, realizing right as I do that I should have knocked. There is a woman in the kitchen, and she looks at me and says, "Is Pete here?" I know she said that because I was just about to, and I have memories of DC's doing that before--asking me the question I was just about to ask. Then she says yes, he is here.
A man comes into the kitchen, a man who looks nothing like Pete. "Pete?" I ask. Yes, he says, and smiles, but doesn't seem to recognize me, and begins to help the woman with the food. He carries a tray into another room, and I realize that they have guests. I don't think it's the right Pete.
Fudge Fragment @?
I eat a piece of fudge before I remember that I'm not supposed to be doing that. I feel very bad about wrecking my low-carb diet. Should I stop, or eat another one?
The Explosion @ 6:22, 75%
I'm at a strange house with a lot of family. I think it's Aunt L's house. Everybody is sitting around talking, very noisy. I see parts of a new couch which just needs to be put together. I think I'll do that for L, but it's very complicated, and after I take pieces out of the package they are just little bits of cardboard and scraps of fabric. I don't see how I can make a couch out of that.
Aunt L, Special Cousin P, and I go to try and sleep, all in the same bed. Cousin P is smoking, and I tell her to put it out. She just lays the cigarette on the blanket, still burning. I tell her she has to get rid of it and don't smoke in bed anymore!
We all go down to a beach. I'm digging in the sand, and something bites me, causing welts on my arm. I show my Mom. We watch turtles and little animals in the water.
It's night time, and my family is gone. It's now like a party or festival. I wander around, looking at the sights. I go back to the lake. A man has done something, poured something on the water, and I imagine he is doing some illegal sort of fishing. Another man with a cigarette--people freak out, yelling at him to get away, and before he does he tosses the cigarette into the water. Oh shit! I realize what it is on the water--it's gasoline! I turn around and run right as it explodes. I feel the concussion and it propels me forward. I'm stunned, and I think I may be deaf. I keep running, feeling the heat behind me. I wonder how many people were killed.
As I'm going away from the explosion, several cops are running towards it, yelling and cussing. Except for the last one--as he runs by me, he looks right at me and smiles and says, "Hi Moonbeam!" WTF?
Wow, and everything had seemed so real! It still does, but I can't imagine where I am; it doesn't seem familiar at all. I'm glad there wasn't really an explosion. What to do? I walk past a tall, dark-haired DC, then suddenly without even thinking about it grab him and hug him. I almost feel like it's a test of my observational skills and reaction time--I'm pretty sure it's a dream, and I'm proving to myself that when you have any sort of thought like that, it's always a dream--so don't hesitate!
The DC is shocked, and at first starts to push me away, but when he looks at me I can tell he knows that I am not being aggressive, and he just wonders what I'm doing. I tell him that this is my dream, and he has to do what I say, he has no choice. I tell him to kiss me. He's very tall, and he bends down to, but stops just before he is touching me and looks at me with an amused expression on his face. He says, if it's your dream, then you should be kissing me! It's like to prove that he doesn't have to do what I tell him. He stays right where he is, waiting for me to move to close the kiss. He's playing with me. I think it's so funny, how the DC's always think they are real, and do stuff like that. I move towards him and we touch...(wake just as we kiss).
Wine at Work @right before waking up, 100%
Somebody give me two bottles of blueberry wine at work. (Mu, I only realized where that came from as I typed that!) One of them somehow slips down into a grate on the floor. I can see it down there, sitting on a duct, probably barely with my reach. I also see that it leads into a classroom, and people may see my arm coming down from the ceiling. Shit. I think I have to try, I want to get that back. I reach down and grab it...crap, it's a different bottle! An old one, not the one I dropped. I look down there again and see there are several old bottles along with mine. I reach down again, hoping to get the right one this time. I hear a commotion in the classroom--dammit, they saw my arm! I'm gonna get in trouble over this!
It would be nice to have a DC walk up to me and say "Hi DrTechnical".
Hey, your lucid count is in triple digits now - congrats.
So close!
I still have no idea where the rest of my lucid led - I was hoping that more would come back, but no such luck.
Interesting thing, Moonbeam - the back door DOES lead into the kitchen. I know it's not that uncommon, but you were right on that count.
Also, we had a guest in our kitchen this morning - Cindy's aunt.
Tonight!!!!!
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 27, 2009, 08:31:02 AMQuoteThe lengths people will go to to collect data, eh?
Well, he is lazy.
Quote from: unseen wombat on July 27, 2009, 10:31:50 AMQuoteI'm a transplant surgeon, on a team of real cowboys. We recklessly transplant organs they say couldn't be done, immune to criticism. One of my partners gets shot (by whom?), somebody with a gun from somewhere by the filing cabinets, or maybe it was an accident? S/he is knocked down, and I think killed, but then s/he gets up and despite the chest wound is relatively OK and wants to keep working.that sounds like it would be a great movie! Cowboy surgeons! LOL.
Oh in that context "cowboy" means people who are incautious, don't follow the rules, are more interested in their own glory than people's safety, and sometimes look really good but other times massively screw up. It's not a complement. "Don't be a cowboy."
My dreams aren't working.
I tried to WiLD using the new visualize holding something in your hand technique. I didn't plan what it was, I just imagined something was there, and if felt like a rope. As soon as I thought it was a rope, I got a feeling of pulling it. I thought it was working, but I never got further than that.
Another Sentient Insect Fragment (The only part of a much longer dream that I can remember--when I woke up I wondered about this being the recurrent DC coming to tell me it's a lucid. That is not who I would have picked!)
....and on top of everything else this little being that has been with us starts to attack me. The closest I can come to describing it is an insect-like thing, but it seems to have a beak. Kind of like a three-inch living bird skeleton, maybe. Anyway, at first it is just pecking me painlessly, and it's kind of funny that it thinks it can actually do anything too me. I shoo it away, knowing that it is intelligent and I don't want to hurt it. It persists, and soon the pecks feel like pinches, then they really hurt. Annoying thing! How can I get rid of it? I starts going for my eyes, and I realize it is not only determined, but could actually be dangerous.
Mostly Forgotten Bad Guy Fragment
...we're trying to cook frozen hot dogs and marshmallows at a campfire. A bad guy is there...he brought the hot dogs? Anyway he is demanding that we cook hot dogs for him, but they are hard to cook because they are frozen. I finally cook him one, then cook one for myself along with a marshmallow on a forked stick, but a collie eats them before I can.
Horror Movie (Nightmarish; some first person, some third person; people keep changing.) 50%
We're at a family-reunion type gathering at a hotel, but I'm there with a guy I recently met too. We are gathered in one of the big rooms when we realize that the spirit of our "grandmother" has come back and is evil and wants to kill us. The guy and I leave and go into one of the rooms (unsatisfying romantic interlude) and we see flames and explosions coming out of the room where everybody had been. Oh no! She's serious about killing all of us.
(Running around, trying to figure out what to do, watching as various rooms around us explode as she finds people to kill.) Finally there is only me, the guy, a baby, and another guy left. We are trying to keep ahead of her in the rooms. The baby changes ages but is always a child. At one point we try to sleep four in one bed; one of the guys doesn't fit, but I think there's plenty of room if we would spread out a little.
One of the guys and I decide that we have to make a break for it or we are going to die. The other guy has become an old man, and he doesn't think it is a good idea; he thinks we should just keep hiding in various rooms. We tell him that we are running out of rooms and eventually she will find us. We grab the baby and run, the old man running and trying to stop us and shouting at us. I hate to leave him, but he is only going to get us killed if we stay with him.
We run out of the hotel and into the street. A man is driving a pickup truck and we bang on the door, begging him to take us. I expect him to drive away, but he opens the door. We get in. We are driving along, now it's a car and I'm in the back seat with the child, who has grown up and become my niece. We tell the man about what happened, leaving out some of the details because it's so bizarre. We come to a place where you have to pay a toll, and the man driving doesn't have the money. Luckily the toll goes down after 8:00, and it's almost that time (I see on a big, messed up clock ), so we park in front of a museum and wait. I tell the man I should have some paychecks waiting for me when I get back, and I promise to pay him back for doing this. He is fine with it, and I can't believe he trusts us. I ask the guy who had been in the hotel how long we were trapped. He figures it out (calendar appears) and it turns out to be four weeks!
Finally we leave. It's strange to be free of the hotel and the evil spirit, but I wonder if we ever really will be. I think she will probably find us wherever we go. The man and the guy are talking in the front seat. I look at them, confused by who they are: why do people keep changing? But then I notice some big lizards and frogs and alligators on the sidewalks and crawling up walls. I point them out to my niece: "Look how fake they look! It's like they can't do a good job of making it look real!" My niece agrees that often in these situations there are fake-looking things that "give it away". I say they should have just skipped the reptiles and amphibians for this scene, seeing as how we are driving down a street. She agrees, shaking her head at the stupid planners of this particular scene.
The driver asks if he would mind if we stop by his house, because we are nearby. I get a feeling of dread, knowing that the evil spirit will be waiting wherever we go. We get out of the car. The guy is saying we can rest for a little bit, he'll give us something to eat, etc. I don't know why he is being so nice to us. On the way in, we look across a grassy field and see a tiger with two cubs. My brother is there, and we discuss whether tigers are good pets. He says yes, if you get them young; I am skeptical, pointing out how hard it is to train cats, and they are bound to turn on you. My brother becomes a boy I don't know, dragging a tiger cub with him into the man's house. It's as big as a large dog. I tell him to stop, leave that outside! I'm sure the man doesn't want a tiger cub in his house, but he says it's OK. This annoys me, when I just got done telling the kid to leave it outside.
We go in. My niece and I sit on the couch. The decor is 70's; one of the walls is those small red bricks they used to use, but built into the wall is a new-looking flat screen TV. I become confused about when it is; is it now? There is a trivia quiz show on, and the man thinks it may be fun for us to watch and try to answer the questions, and I realize he has been asking us trivia questions all along, as he drove, like in "Cash Cab". I realize the nightmare quality is gone, and has been for a while. I wonder if we may really be safe now from the evil spirit. I really expected it to show up before now.
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 28, 2009, 07:21:51 AMMy dreams aren't working. for dreams that "aren't working" you certainly have a LOT to report this morning... that last dream was epic!
But not what I was wanting. And so many opportunities to get lucid that I missed!
Let's see how you did....
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 28, 2009, 07:32:09 AMBut not what I was wanting. And so many opportunities to get lucid that I missed!
Let's see how you did.... ahhh you are spoiled. dreaming non-lucid can still be wonderful... right?
Well sometimes yea it really is, but that was pretty much a nightmare, with an underlying feeling that I should be doing something else.
I'm actually pretty hopeful about that annoying sentient insect thing that I've had twice now. Maybe I'll finally have something coming to tell me it's a dream, even if it is a bug that is trying to bite or sting me.
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 28, 2009, 07:21:51 AMMy dreams aren't working.
Awwwww.....well I guess there's always tonight.
QuoteAnother Sentient Insect Fragment (The only part of a much longer dream that I can remember--when I woke up I wondered about this being the recurrent DC coming to tell me it's a lucid. That is not who I would have picked!)
....and on top of everything else this little being that has been with us starts to attack me. The closest I can come to describing it is an insect-like thing, but it seems to have a beak. Kind of like a three-inch living bird skeleton, maybe. Anyway, at first it is just pecking me painlessly, and it's kind of funny that it thinks it can actually do anything too me. I shoo it away, knowing that it is intelligent and I don't want to hurt it. It persists, and soon the pecks feel like pinches, then they really hurt. Annoying thing! How can I get rid of it? I starts going for my eyes, and I realize it is not only determined, but could actually be dangerous.
Sounds like Wombat's cat.
QuoteOn the way in, we look across a grassy field and see a tiger with two cubs. My brother is there, and we discuss whether tigers are good pets. He says yes, if you get them young; I am skeptical, pointing out how hard it is to train cats, and they are bound to turn on you.
Sounds like Wombat's cat.
QuoteWe go in. My niece and I sit on the couch. The decor is 70's; one of the walls is those small red bricks they used to use, but built into the wall is a new-looking flat screen TV. I become confused about when it is; is it now? There is a trivia quiz show on, and the man thinks it may be fun for us to watch and try to answer the questions, and I realize he has been asking us trivia questions all along, as he drove, like in "Cash Cab". I realize the nightmare quality is gone, and has been for a while. I wonder if we may really be safe now from the evil spirit. I really expected it to show up before now.
Like the way you noticed the change in temp from nightmare to safe. Wonder what it is that's really shifted?
My cat loevs me! He would never peck at me. Just sometimes he comes to me in the morning and licks my hand, which is annoying, especially if I'm trying to dream.
Also, I love Cash Cab! Awesome long dream.
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 28, 2009, 07:21:51 AMMy dreams aren't working.
QuoteI tried to WiLD using the new visualize holding something in your hand technique. I didn't plan what it was, I just imagined something was there, and if felt like a rope. As soon as I thought it was a rope, I got a feeling of pulling it. I thought it was working, but I never got further than that.Well, it was a half-success Maybe next time you'll go all the way.
Quotethis little being that has been with us starts to attack me. The closest I can come to describing it is an insect-like thing, but it seems to have a beak. Kind of like a three-inch living bird skeleton, maybe.Ouch! At least it's able to get your attention - this is something I've been meaning to try(inserting a character in dreams to help me gain consciousness) and it's cool to see your results. What are you doing to try and make yourself realize it's trying to induce lucidity? Autosuggestion?
QuoteA bad guy is there...he brought the hot dogs?
QuoteWe grab the baby and run, the old man running and trying to stop us and shouting at us. I hate to leave him, but he is only going to get us killed if we stay with him.Shame on you I would have felt bad too, in this scenario. Especially with how he was running after you...would have felt even worse leaving the baby though.
Quote from: Burned up on July 28, 2009, 07:59:06 AMAwwwww.....well I guess there's always tonight. That's why dreaming is good hobby.
QuoteSounds like Wombat's cat.
All cats are pests. Vermin, even. That's what I tell mine.
QuoteLike the way you noticed the change in temp from nightmare to safe. Wonder what it is that's really shifted?
I don't know, maybe the dream went on so long it just changed itself. It was weird because I kept expecting more bad stuff, but it didn't happen.
Quote from: unseen wombat on July 28, 2009, 09:35:49 AMMy cat loevs me! He would never peck at me. Just sometimes he comes to me in the morning and licks my hand, which is annoying, especially if I'm trying to dream. Cats are potential dream-killers, that's for sure.
QuoteAlso, I love Cash Cab! Awesome long dream.
I saw a few minutes of that earlier in the day. I noticed that guy looks a lot like Robert DeNiro (as in Taxi Driver).
Quote from: Higurashi on July 28, 2009, 10:22:01 AM Thanks, Hig!
QuoteWell, it was a half-success Maybe next time you'll go all the way. As people have heard me complain ad nauseum, I suck at WILDing. But I am always trying. Do you WILD?
QuoteOuch! At least it's able to get your attention - this is something I've been meaning to try(inserting a character in dreams to help me gain consciousness) and it's cool to see your results. What are you doing to try and make yourself realize it's trying to induce lucidity? Autosuggestion? What aren't I doing, is the question!? Lol, I try everything. I've wanted a DC to come back and get me lucid for a long time. I tried to think about that today, and remember to do an RC next time something annoying is pestering me, in case this is the one.
Quote from: Burned up on July 26, 2009, 08:25:47 AMI admire your dedication. Thanks. Don't usually do that, but I can tell when I wake up from dreams like that, that lucids will follow, so I get into it.
QuoteDid she really mean "natural" or did she mean "has been used for 100s of years"? "Natural."
QuoteYes, arsenic is natural. HIV is natural. Sharks are natural. But keep me away from all three, please. The list is inexhaustible.
QuoteYour forthcoming lucid dream should make interesting reading then! (taking over MB's DJ here!) No relevance to the dream; just disturbing by itself!
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 26, 2009, 12:35:07 PMIt's so weird, I read about those islands again right after I said that, but now I left the book at work, so I still can't tell you the names. (I get lost easily too. But I'm sure that would happen, the awesome power of your dreams would protect us.) Is it the Andaman Islands? Thanks.. I think maybe some primitive tribes would be impressed by LDs; think they're spiritual journeys or something.
QuoteMine evidently doesn't like to be threatened, and has now refused to put out at all. (At your SC.) There's a nice SC.. I read somewhere, that you should deal with your SC like you would a little kid..
Quote oops, I mean, I hope both Russia and U.S. don't forget what they were doing..
QuoteOh yes....now I know where that wasp came from... Not me! Mine are usually more ant or spider like.
QuoteThat weird pounding? It must be something physiological getting in the dream. Yeah probably.
QuoteIt's called priorities, and I have mine straight! (Pinocchio smiley?)
QuoteI learned a new word: eschatological. (The secular meaning.) It doesn't mean what it sounds like. Nice! I didn't know that one either, but the subject fascinates me. I like reading all the different versions, especially technological singularities.
QuoteThat was part of the problem; the fuzzy definition of that. In the context, it meant an evolved behavior vs. something that people do for rational (or other) reasons; like sex vs. contraception, for example. What the real problem was that Sam Harris used the word "beneficial", meaning it (rape) was beneficial genetically, not beneficial as in "good". That really made some people mad, that he would use that word, but they were arguing politically rather than scientifically. Harris is not a biologist, and it's possible that he was wrong, but it was being argued that he shouldn't even say that. That's what was so annoying about the argument. Most people who were looking at it from an evolutionary POV agreed with him, but somebody did finally come up with a different POV from an evolutionary biologist, who said it was a side effect, like masturbation or fetishes or any sort of sexual thing that people and animals do which doesn't actually benefit the genes. So I did learn something--and I admitted it (and ordered a few more books...just what I need...) Spoiler for I agree that it's silly to get upset over that usage of the word. It's clear what he meant. Maybe not the best word for it though--reminds me of genes "wanting" something, which confuses some people. Successful genes are genes that spread. Rape spreads genes--benefits them. Simple as that. Saying he shouldn't say that? Maybe not, I guess, if it leads to this kind of argument...
QuoteIt will be interesting to see what happens. (I mean it would be, if I live that long, and with my eschatological outlook, I'm thinking maybe I will.) Maybe the singularity will get us before we destroy ourselves some other way.
Seriously, what do you think might happen?
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 26, 2009, 12:54:22 PMLimerence Fragment I learned another new word! Your DJ is educational. That was a strange fragment. Wouldn't everything reawaken strong feelings toward the limerent object?
Quote from: Burned up on July 26, 2009, 02:05:17 PMI'd rather be subjected to waterboarding than that! This is gonna be great!
QuoteI would have thought that sexual experimentation was a highly desirable evolutionary faculty. I mean, it's not likely that a new species could come into being through sexual experimentation. But it's not impossible. And there's only a short leap from fascination about different ways of reproductive sex to stimulation using other methods. Maybe at some point in the past, when species were not as differentiated, this was more common? I don't know, it is a pretty good argument against the rape thing.
QuoteAny number of things could get us and one of them most probably will. Singularity (hmmm..), black hole, aliens, impact, seismic events, a virus, climate change, disease, radiation, another dimension........ What was that last one?! Aliens would be pretty cool too. Aliens from another dimension!
QuoteBut there's a good chance a few will survive to carry the ancient knowledge onwards. Some say the deluge stories (Noah etc) refer to such a time. Some of us might survive the dimension, indeed.
Seriously, I heard about the deluge stories. A fascinating possibility!
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 26, 2009, 02:37:35 PMEspecially for people. Yeah, it seems like that kind of thing only occurs in more "intelligent" species.
QuoteNot if the machines don't want us to.
Humans were almost wiped out approximately 50,000 years ago; only a few thousand survived. Yeah, right.. Tell it to save the planet.. What's the biggest problem for the planet? Woops.
I heard that. Could be the "deluge" thing; ice age ending and all.
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 27, 2009, 07:05:07 AMWell....dinosaurs as a group lived over about 160 million years, but of course that is the whole class or order or whichever. T rex for an example lasted for 3 million years. Primates have been around 65 million years. The genus Homo is about 2 million years old. Homo sapiens are about 250,000 years old. I was going to say before that if we destroy ourselves, we will have been a particularly short-lived species, but I'm not actually sure what the average life-span of a species is, or if that really means anything. There are the animals that seemed not to have changed like turtles and crocodiles, but I'm not sure if they did genetic tests they really wouldn't have changed as much as other things while conserving an effective body design. That's an interesting question, I think I'll try to find out. What do you mean, you think they have changed, more so than is believed?
Quote from: Moonbeam on July 27, 2009, 07:16:14 AMTransplant Team Fragment
Tom's partner JL (the one I usually end up in bed with) and I are studying French together. He has cards with phrases written and is quizzing me on the translation. I say one of them means "sharp horn" (I can't remember what the card said, but I just looked up the real translation: "klaxon pointu". It was nothing like that at all.) I tell him to draw a picture of a bull's head with horns, to help us remember what it means. He does so, but then it's like we are doing a study of horned animals; he is writing measurements he has taken of animals in the field, and I can picture the area where we go to to study the animals. Then he tells me he's got a new method, because he is lazy. He takes a rifle with a good scope and shoots them as they come into view; that way it is much easier for him to get the measurements. This disturbs me.
Moonbeam, here are a few thoughts about your July 27 dream.
So you're interacting with some guy you seem to have some sort of sexual complicity with.
He's "quizzing you on translation" - could that mean quizzing you on "interpretation"?
There seems to be something to do with the French language between the two of you.
Horn imagery seems to be present (bull / "corne" / horns…). (Just a LITTLE bit phallic, no?).
You tell him to draw.
This man then kills animals, and this disturbs you.
Tell me, have you been in any recent contact with a horny French speaker who's disturbed you by admitting that he's killed an animal (and with whom you've been discussing interpretation, and have mentioned that there is a "draw" function on MM posts?).
Do you think you might go to bed with this DC again soon?
Quote from: mu on July 29, 2009, 03:19:35 AMIs it the Andaman Islands? Yea, that must be it. It sounds like they are as aggressive as I thought, but maybe not as isolated.
Quote Thanks.. I think maybe some primitive tribes would be impressed by LDs; think they're spiritual journeys or something. Lol, I can think of a few primitives now who think that. (Oops, did I just type that out loud?)
QuoteI read somewhere, that you should deal with your SC like you would a little kid.. Yea, me too--it is literal, and the SC always provides an answer to questions you ask in your mind, so don't ask questions that will get you the wrong answer. (Q: Why can't I get this work done? A: Because you're lazy and stupid.)
QuoteI hope both Russia and U.S. don't forget what they were doing.. I thought of it last night; I mean, realized I need to keep that in mind. My dreams are really bad right now; even recall of anything sensible is not happening.
QuoteNot me! Mine are usually more ant or spider like. Oh, I got that later; yes, that one that was like pecking me was kind of spider-like. Or giant ant-like.
QuoteNice! I didn't know that one either, but the subject fascinates me. I like reading all the different versions, especially technological singularities. Me too. I kind of forget about it for a while, then something reminds me, then I'm like, "Oh no! It's almost the singularity!"
QuoteI agree that it's silly to get upset over that usage of the word. It's clear what he meant. Maybe not the best word for it though--reminds me of genes "wanting" something, which confuses some people. Successful genes are genes that spread. Rape spreads genes--benefits them. Simple as that. There might be arguments against it; for example, if the offspring are less likely to survive, neglected by the mother or something. Of course he could be wrong (most of us didn't think he was) but that wasn't the point.
QuoteSaying he shouldn't say that? Maybe not, I guess, if it leads to this kind of argument... That's what we couldn't get her to see. Her would-be censorship of even discussing the topic is not helpful if what she wants is people to behave better. I think those arguments are good because people always come away a little different; I did learn that not every scientist actually thought that.
QuoteIt will be interesting to see what happens. (I mean it would be, if I live that long, and with my eschatological outlook, I'm thinking maybe I will.) Maybe the singularity will get us before we destroy ourselves some other way.
QuoteSeriously, what do you think might happen? Seriously? I think the economy will get somewhat better, but at a lower state (like lower average standard of living) and that trend will continue; people won't get smarter and will continue to vote for politicians who only have the next four years of personal gain in mind and are bought by big business, people's irrational primitive beliefs will continue to support violence in the name of their particular version, people won't quit breeding and suffering will be multiplied (unless a pandemic wipes a lot of them out), a new steady state will emerge that is more likely to be totalitarian than the illusion of semi-democracy that we have now...cheerful stuff like that.
...but one thing I'm pretty sure won't happen: The machines won't be using people for batteries!
QuoteThat was a strange fragment. Wouldn't everything reawaken strong feelings toward the limerent object? If it reminds you, I guess. You know how dream feelings are. More intense than IRL, sometimes. That's why there so fun, I think.
QuoteYeah, right.. Tell it to save the planet.. What's the biggest problem for the planet? Woops. Yea, that--it might not be evil, just too efficient. Surely they can run a simulation of what the computer has in mind first?
QuoteWhat do you mean, you think they have changed, more so than is believed?
Well, genetically changed more than the appear to have externally, if their body design is efficient, that "look" is conserved. They may not be able to breed with a few million year old relative anymore than we could.
Quote from: three and four on July 29, 2009, 06:09:53 AMMoonbeam, here are a few thoughts about your July 27 dream.
So you're interacting with some guy you seem to have some sort of sexual complicity with.
He's "quizzing you on translation" - could that mean quizzing you on "interpretation"?
There seems to be something to do with the French language between the two of you.
Horn imagery seems to be present (bull / "corne" / horns…). (Just a LITTLE bit phallic, no?).
You tell him to draw.
This man then kills animals, and this disturbs you.
Tell me, have you been in any recent contact with a horny French speaker who's disturbed you by admitting that he's killed an animal (and with whom you've been discussing interpretation, and have mentioned that there is a "draw" function on MM posts?).
Do you think you might go to bed with this DC again soon?
I'm an open book! I didn't know my dreams were being so indiscreet!
(That was pretty impressive.)
Finished School before wbtb
I've finished school, and there's different formal parties going on. I'm at one of my teachers parties and its located just outside the chapel. The environment is light-hearted and everybody is wearing suits. Tavis is with me and he keeps falling over. I conclude that his either really drunk or sick. I walk him back to my car, parked up the road. I chuck him in the back. I turn my car around and head for the exit. there's children on the road and i have to slam the brakes on. I'm going dangerously fast, even though the brakes are completely in. My mum is trying to tell me not to drive recklessly in front of all the teachers.
Girls after wbtb
i'm in my room. It seems elongated and has a door leading outside. My mum and sister have just gotten back from the beach. I think my sister has a friend. I've got a text from my ex saying to come to hers tonight. By the way its the long weekend. So as i get ready to go to her's i'm on facebook. Another girl who i'd met earlier that day, is asking me to go to hers tonight. I remember her being really hot. They both live really far away as well, and just getting to one of their houses will be difficult. As i'm thinking Chris comes into my room. I ask his opinion, but his of no help. I end up going for the new girl, but i can't work out how to get to her house.
Drugsafter wbtb
I'm an undercover drug dealer. I have a person in charge of the operation and for recall we'll call him Bob. I've organized a deal to go down, and i'm going to meet the dealer on a train. I bring some people with me (i assume muscle, even though some of them are girls). We meet on the train and exchange a few words. his a nice guy and we get off a few stops later at Lake Monger. We go down this descending path, thats got high concrete walls on the sides. There's a small group of people wearing hoodies on the left and the mutter something as we walk past. I think for some reason at this point i was trying to sell people pot.
As we walk down the path a get a text from Bob saying his going to raid the meeting soon. I feel slightly bad, the dealer was a lot like me, and i felt like i was betraying him. We enter a blighted house. its a little bit like a farm shed, with some hay on the ground. It was also rather long. I get to the door at the end of the house, when Bob bashes down one of the doors pointed a gun at our heads. I act like i'm pissed off, and smash my hand against the fly wire. the people that i had brought along were also in on Bob, and had to act like they were surprised. At some point one of my muscle uses my real name. I give him a very serious look, but luckily the dealer didn't catch on, when my muscle referred to me in a different alias. We go outside to where Bob's car was, and he become distracted on his phone. Whether it was acting my part or i decided to change sides, i asked the dealer whether he wanted to make a run for it. He declined, saying we would just get caught.
Rave after wbtb
I'm going to a rave. I ride my bike there and have to lean it against a vending machine inside. I'm with somebody but i forget who. The police are there and they're making the event shit. I'm not allowed to drink, and i'm not allowed to leave. They aren't very lenient with the older people either. After a while i climb out the window. I meet up with Tavis and we chill around the suburb. There was something to do with us trying to catch birds with out bare hands. His grandfather had a technique or something, but we weren't able to master it. It involved sprinting around the corner really fast.
I'm out the front of the rave again. I sprint past the police guarding the entrance and blend with the crowd. I find C and F and act like we've been talking for ages. A police-woman comes past and takes away my beer. The artists finally arrive and this sliding door opens up to the dance floor. Everybody goes but i'm having fun talking to C and F. We dance where we are anyway after a while.
kept getting up to record, but fall asleep before i was able to.
Fragmented
Something to do with F.
Something to do with T. We were in a container, used at the docks, and it kept moving.
FA
I got out of bed needing to shave. Except i was rather drunk. I did it anyway and amazingly i didn't cut myself.
Angry DC's
I'm with an old man and somebody else. We're trying to assassinate some person. I think i'm younger that in RL. We take out a few guards and stop in some garden shed. I have to kill the guy, because the people won't suspect a child. I'm nervous and having a mental battle whether or not to go ahead with the plan. I think i do end up killing the guy.
I'm at Rotto. I'm going to be leaving soon, and i go over to where this girl is staying to hang out. I don't recognize her, but she was really nice. She had lots of other guys hanging around her, including this guy from school L. They hated me! Whenever i said anything they tried to make me sound stupid. Somehow i managed to piss L off really bad, to the point where he was cms from my face about to punch me. I take my leave at that point, and go off with Palle to the boat.
Quote from: StarSeeker on August 20, 2010, 10:03:16 AMQuoteT***n fuel
I am watching a tn engine. Not because it's in front of a tn but because there's a kind of strategic power game going on. Someone is selling fuel and someone else is also an operative in the fuel trade (buyer?). The train owner isn't disclosing how much fuel he has stored so the others aren't sure how to set their prices.
There are no DCs in this dream. The participants are all rather conceptual.Looks like market control with oil production.
Yes, it was all like some kind of game. Hard to understand when I woke. Like there were two parties having their own price battle then the third player keeping secretive about their plans coming in to the equation. Somewher ebetween game theory and what OPEC really does!
QuoteI saw that on a documentary once: an African tribe used cow urine to dye their hairs red/orange.
I can only assume that using urine has only been disgusting fairly recently.
QuoteI decide to use it, but it's nearly full and with my pee it starts to overflow. That means I have to empty it, which I do but wished I didn't. > This little fellow sums it up. [/quote] [/quote]
Haha yes.
Quote from: Moonbeam on August 20, 2010, 11:02:12 AMQuote from: Burned up on August 20, 2010, 03:02:40 AMQuote from: Moonbeam on August 19, 2010, 06:33:44 PMQuote from: Burned up on August 19, 2010, 04:59:33 PMWas reading about urine and natural dyes yesterday and that's the imagery working it's way into a toilet dream. Thinking of taking up a hobby?
Well when I saw the article in a magazine I thought: That sounds interesting, and started reading. Needless to say my mind changed very quickly. Apparently there was a pot of everyone's pee into which went whatever dye source was being used and then the whole was fermented for a month in the kitchen. Yeurgh.
I think I'd buy my dye pre-made.
Yes but it won't be natural then!!! It's making the dye permanent that's the hard bit. I'm sure there are other ways though. On the other hand, urine costs nothing
Quote from: Bro on August 20, 2010, 07:19:21 PMQuote from: Burned up on August 19, 2010, 04:59:33 PM I am in a room like an office, talking with my Dad about football, especially the Dave Jones goal last week. I need to go to the toilet so I go in the room opposite but there's no toilet there, just a red milk churn. I decide to use it, but it's nearly full and with my pee it starts to overflow. That means I have to empty it, which I do but wished I didn't.
... Wow. They don't kid when they say bathrooms and bathroom-related dreams are distorted and nastified (?). At least it was only pee. :X
Heh heh, yes it could have been a lot worse!
Traveling by towel
In a group of people hanging out outside the local Vue cine complex. It starts to rain, and then snow. I have a large towel which I use to keep the rain and snow off. My friend and former colleague DQ joins me under the towel.
Somehow we're both sitting on the towel and using it as a cover. The snow lubricates the paved surface and, because it's sloping, we start to glide down the hill. We only go a hundred metres or so before coming to a halt, though. I seem to be naked at this point, too.
Now we're in DQ's place and there's a party. (Something about milk).
Nothing remarkable, other than the towel keeping its shape rather than crumpling as we glided down hill. Probably getting deeper into sleep and I went downhill.
Random fragments which I think are from two separate dreams
Dad and son competition. Swim. Throw ball. (something in brackets) Blnultes Guy trying to
Nice lucid streak! You always seem to have em in batches?
And another forgotten child dream, haven't i seen that before in here?
Looks like you're doing great with recall to!
Urine has been used for the skin quite a bit in various times and places, and is still used as an ingredient (well, parts of it) in various lotions. Urine is sterile (won't cause disease), so the "grossness" factor is variable.
Anyway, here's a trivia question for you, and no fair looking it up: Do you know what the significance of "mauve" is? (Regarding the topic we are talking about.)
Quote from: feist303 on August 21, 2010, 08:53:20 AMNice lucid streak! You always seem to have em in batches?
And another forgotten child dream, haven't i seen that before in here?
Looks like you're doing great with recall to!
Hi feist, welcome back to my DJ. Yes, forgotten child, an occasional theme but this is a bit if a variation. Recall is OK. I know I forget more than I remember, though, given how much of my notes fail to jog my memories.
Quote from: Moonbeam on August 21, 2010, 12:19:13 PMUrine has been used for the skin quite a bit in various times and places, and is still used as an ingredient (well, parts of it) in various lotions. Urine is sterile (won't cause disease), so the "grossness" factor is variable.
Really? So I don't need to wash my hands after peeing?
QuoteAnyway, here's a trivia question for you, and no fair looking it up: Do you know what the significance of "mauve" is? (Regarding the topic we are talking about.)
I have to say I don't. But applying lateral thinking I'm assuming it's a pigment with an odd (urine related?) derivation.
OK I'm going to google...
...
...wiki says it gets its name from malva, a flower we call mallow.
Quote from: Burned up on August 21, 2010, 05:57:40 PMReally? So I don't need to wash my hands after peeing? Not because of the urine. But yes because of other things you might happen to touch in a restroom, like the faucets, the door handle, etc.
QuoteOK I'm going to google... ...wiki says it gets its name from malva, a flower we call mallow. [/quote]
No, it's the first artificial dye which was able to be mass-produced (as opposed to a natural dye). It caused a craze for mauve-colored things at the time.
Let me see if I can find a better reference....wait, it's there, you just didn't read far enough down.
Useless trivia, I know.
Quote from: Moonbeam on August 21, 2010, 10:46:58 PMQuote from: Burned up on August 21, 2010, 05:57:40 PMReally? So I don't need to wash my hands after peeing? Not because of the urine. But yes because of other things you might happen to touch in a restroom, like the faucets, the door handle, etc.
That's a discomfiting thought. The surfaces are dirtier than my pee.
QuoteQuoteOK I'm going to google... ...wiki says it gets its name from malva, a flower we call mallow.
No, it's the first artificial dye which was able to be mass-produced (as opposed to a natural dye). It caused a craze for mauve-colored things at the time.
Let me see if I can find a better reference....wait, it's there, you just didn't read far enough down.
Useless trivia, I know. [/quote]
OK, so the word only goes back to the 19th century. Interesting how some things we take for granted (like the colours of our clothes) were big business when their dyes were first available in manufactured form.
I've often wondered why there are so many words for the colours in that pink-purple part of the spectrum and whether there are huge differences - purple, crimson, lilac, cerise, rose, taupe....