Dream...

What a fascinating dream. Last night I dreamt that I was trapped in a room with a crowd of people who kept describing their dreams to me over and over again, all talking at once, until I was so bored I held my hands over my ears and screamed. But still they wouldn't stop, over and over again, each dream less interesting than the last. Finally I ripped my own ears off and couged in the holes and scooped my brains out with my fingers but I could still hear all these people describing their different dreams. Then I woke up.

It has been proven that playing a game such as tetris before bobey-bo-byes will increase your hypnagogics. It has ALSO been proven that learning new skills in the day will increase your REM sleep (but this doesn't include reading about a skill because reading will increase your slow wave sleep which aint fun). The reason for this is because, during learning during the day your neurons are firing like crazy and, would you believe it, they fire in more-or-less excactly the same sequence during the night - which is why the clever ppl in coats are saying that dreaming may be to facilitate learning. If you would like to increase the vividness of your dreams then I'd advise a cheese and tomato butty before bed. The reason is because both foodstuff contain copious amounts of naturally occuring glutamate: the excitory neurotransmitter. OOO MATRON! My interpretation of your dream is that you play too many silly games on that machine. Do yourself a favour...turn it off, have a walk down your street at midnight and introduce yourself to stranger. There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed - Dennet

A (very very pretty) girl was telling me about 'lucid dreaming' recently, I was all set to give it a go until she said that you never have a good night's sleep again. Apparently Stephen King uses it to get story ideas.

I'd better start playing some stuff, 'cos my hypnagogics could do with an increase. "Imagination is all in the mind."

I have an article on this cheese thing in my abc sets. I'm an avid lucid dreamer. I wrote an mp3 induction this year which stayed at number one in the download.com charts for 4 months. Learning a new musical instrument is a good way to increase rem. Yoga and tai chi too. There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed - Dennet

On the odd occasion that I get hopelessly addicted to a game, I'll dream about it. But last night, I thought I was awake, and long legged spiders were walking all over my pillow. I must have made a noise or something, because both hubbie and I jumped (literally) out of bed. I was sure there would be many arachnoids creeping around the covers. I was also sure I was awake. As I haven't been playing any evil spider games, and I'm not afraid of spiders, what does anyone think it mean?

On a side note, what is lucid dreaming - is it like being awake? I sometimes know I'm dreaming, and most nights I have a few dreams that I remember.

I have on occasion had lucid dreams. One is half awake, you can see the room around you, but the dream continues overlaying what your eyes are focussing on. And no, I've never taken acid. But it is very trippy and not scary at all. I once had a dream that had a chronology (which normally dreams don't have) about a psychopath that was my misfortune to share a dry-house with. On awakening from this dream, I got it down as quickly as I could. It gave me the short story 'The Snapper Lady' which is a phrase I have never heard, but young children in Ireland are callled 'snappers.' And in the dream this guy referred to a pregnant woman as 'The Snapper Lady.'

September is big, creepy house spider time. There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed - Dennet

Thanks, Pepsoid. I'll let you know if the dream was right!

Oh, and who believes in precognative dreams? And, yes, large creepy spider time. We have an enormous one in the bathroom, so big, we named him Boris. Did you know that spiders die in our houses? Excepting the bathroom, they dry out in dry central heated houses. The best thing to do is chuck them out the door. Also, what's with all the daddy long legs this year? Is it me, or did they initiate a major breeding program this year?

Spiders sure as hell die in my house. I havent seen a daddy long legs so far this year, they're probably scared I'd mistake them for spiders.

I've had about 5 of those horrid ones in the bathroom in the past couple of weeks. Damn Blast! I've got a crack in my bath. Of all the things why a damned crack in the bath? Can't get the side panel off. Anyone know how to repair bath cracks, and don't say, "get a new bath," because I simply can't afford it. Agh! Why does it have to be something fiddly and annoying? That reminds me: what ever happened to those ruddy-faced seafood vendors who used to tour the pubs selling little polystyrene cups of prawns? There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed - Dennet

Depends on whether it's a cast-iron enamelled tub or a plastic one. If you can get the side panel off you can probably caulk the crack from the inside and the outside, but that's not going to solve the problem of the weakened area around the crack, is it? There must be some sort of plasticine you can use which will harden and fill up the crack...and there's always duct tape. That seems to fix just about anything! I don't mind craneflies, except they invade our house in the multitudes. We spend several minutes each evening evicting them back out the windows. I've only had one of the BIG house spiders, so far, and luckily it was in the tub and easy to catch. I use the kids' bug-catchers; I don't like to kill spiders. The Hopi would say that killing a spider is very bad luck, and although I'm not Hopi, I don't want to tempt fate.

I was always told (by me dad) not to kill wasps indoors because other wasps can detect a dead wasp (and that dead wasp goo) and come to its aid. I used to kill spiders until my daughter took an interest in them; now I don't think twice about picking them up and throwing them out the window. Craneflies...there's a new one for me. There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed - Dennet