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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 6:21 am
Cass Ravenlock Quick question, Infinity: Out of curiosity, how long are your fingernails? Particularly your thumbnail. It may be dull, but with enough force, it could split flesh the same way as a knife or other sharp object. Not to try to detract from the mystery of your predicament, just throwing out a possible theory. I've had dreams where I felt like i was stabbed, and it was actually one of my ribs that my hand displaced in the night because i slept on it funny. I woke up and felt the sharp pain, and though I had no blood or anything, the pain was very real and lasted a long time. So sometimes people inadvertently do stuff to themselves, with parts of themselves, that tie directly into subconscious. I'll tell you right now that I think I had the dream of being stabbed in order to shock me and wake me up so I could identify the pain, otherwise I could have slept through it and done more damage to myself. Your brain could be acting as an alarm for something. I chew on my fingernails, so they're never long enough to scratch even when I itch...I should stop doing that, cause I end up having to use something like a back scratcher just to itch my arm, or hand, or head, or whatever... sweatdrop I also have a thick futon mattress, which sort of how to say...forms up around my body when I sleep...so I can't really move in my sleep, unless I literally wake up and move. xd
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:19 am
*thinks that must be uncomfortable* I'm always moving in my sleep. I used to walk in my sleep as well, and I'd wake up either sitting inthe middle of the kitchen or just in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at my reflection in multiple shiney surfaces, as if not recognizing who I was looking at. It's very unnerving. My younger sister and I shared a room once, and she was always getting freaked out when, in the middle of the night or the small hours of the morning, I'd suddenly get up and start stumbling around.
^^;;;
Sorry I misunderstood what was being said. The way you said it, it was like you were thinking what I was saying was role playing. It hits a sore spot in me when people tell me that, because it is very true, and if they could ever meet me, they would see that it is true, especially if they have a strong sense of spirituality.
My friend Xander can tell who is in control when he's around me. I was once playing with it at a movie, because even I didn't believe it... I was shifting control of my body between me and Zara, and when the movie was over, we were walking home... I let the control shift again, and he turned to me and looked at me. Then he said "Your energy just spiked again... it happened like, seven times during the movie, too."
That's how I knew he wasn't lying about it. Another thing is, this is really weird, we both let each other know if we want to talk to each other, even if he lives in Ohio and I live in B.C., Canada. Just a few weeks ago, I was being bothered all day by thinking of him, and I knew, I just knew, that when I went home, he would have emailed me. Sure enough, he did. The only way we can do that is because of the connection between our inner spirits, I'm sure. Because... well, because of the other long story about them... long, complicated story. It was like a dream we shared, then I wrote down as a story that I still have...
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 2:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 7:40 pm
SamanthaRose *thinks that must be uncomfortable* I'm always moving in my sleep. I used to walk in my sleep as well, and I'd wake up either sitting inthe middle of the kitchen or just in the doorway of the kitchen, looking at my reflection in multiple shiney surfaces, as if not recognizing who I was looking at. It's very unnerving. My younger sister and I shared a room once, and she was always getting freaked out when, in the middle of the night or the small hours of the morning, I'd suddenly get up and start stumbling around. ^^;;; Sorry I misunderstood what was being said. The way you said it, it was like you were thinking what I was saying was role playing. It hits a sore spot in me when people tell me that, because it is very true, and if they could ever meet me, they would see that it is true, especially if they have a strong sense of spirituality. My friend Xander can tell who is in control when he's around me. I was once playing with it at a movie, because even I didn't believe it... I was shifting control of my body between me and Zara, and when the movie was over, we were walking home... I let the control shift again, and he turned to me and looked at me. Then he said "Your energy just spiked again... it happened like, seven times during the movie, too." That's how I knew he wasn't lying about it. Another thing is, this is really weird, we both let each other know if we want to talk to each other, even if he lives in Ohio and I live in B.C., Canada. Just a few weeks ago, I was being bothered all day by thinking of him, and I knew, I just knew, that when I went home, he would have emailed me. Sure enough, he did. The only way we can do that is because of the connection between our inner spirits, I'm sure. Because... well, because of the other long story about them... long, complicated story. It was like a dream we shared, then I wrote down as a story that I still have... Well, I only mentioned that whole RPing thing at first cause around when I first joined that whole Hurricane RP was around and thoughts of Yumi having died was going around, but that was only RP, I honestly couldn't tell the difference until I was told up front that it was an RP. Then again I can't tell the difference between a lot of things, like my dreams and reality. They both feel so real, so I don't know which is reality, and which are dreams. I just take the one that seems more likely to be reality, as reality. I seriously doubt that my "dreams" where I have a specific role in the universe...and where I'm cut and what not is just a dream. I'm also quite dense, so that doesn't help me either. I mean I've had several people flirt with me, online, and then get pissed off at me when I don't do anything back all like "you don't like me?" and I'm all like "where is that coming from?"...I just didn't pick up on it...and I never do/can really...I believe that's cause I've never been with anyone in real life. As far as not moving in my sleep being uncomfortable, it's not, not for me anyway. Maybe if I didn't have a fan blowing on my face at all hours of the night...I need cool air blowing on my face or I'm just not comfortable, no matter what. I'm sure that I don't have spirits like you do, but on a slightly different note, I feel I can sense things at times. When I have a bad feeling about something, it always comes out to be true. When I believe in something enough, say like something is going to happen to me, or someone around me...then it happens. What's even weirder is that it doesn't scare me...I'm just like "I knew it was going to happen"... I don't know how to put it, but honestly, now this is no joke either, but I think my dreams can even fortell the future sometimes. Why you might ask? Cause a couple nights before the whole September 11th incident, I had a dream that happened, all exactly the same as how it happened. I didn't think anything of it, and didn't tell anyone, cause how would I be able to explain that I dreamed it happened a couple nights before it did? I've even dreamed of tests and what not, when I was in school, or conversations I had with people, and I still do from time to time. But I honestly just shrug it off as coincidence...
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 8:26 pm
Here's a poem for ya! Now that I've told you my story, you'll understand it... I think you will, at least. It's called Tangled... I wrote it a long time ago
Together, tangled, we live
Cold limbs pressed together
Spirits holding hands
Longing for shadow
For seduction to begin
She craves it constantly
She needs eternally
Thrown into darkness
Doomed to search
Through pain and hate
Her soul's been raped
And tossed together
She's here to stay
A prison of flesh
She stays inside
I keep her captive
I keep her alive
Tangled together, we live
So lonely the future seems
Would be so cold without her
And one who would drag her
Would kill her
Desires her, so far away
Yet always so near
We don't want to feel him anymore
Now, the blood again
Our heart beats
We share the one
Tangled, we are tangled
She takes my hand and writes
My words spill like her blood will
When they meet again,
When they bleed again
When they meet for the last time.
I am her keeper
She is my lover
A soul inside, so solid
Like flesh
She takes my hand, my mind
While I sleep, she claims me
No difference between us
We share one body
But two minds
Together, we lay tangled
Breath catching from a long night
How she longs to live again
We can't escape the cravings
Given by long darkness
Who stole your body?
Who stole your freedom?
and sent you inside me?
Who sent you inside me?
Who sent you inside this ravaged cage
My love
Where, like your raped soul
Mine cries out to you?
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 8:35 pm
SamanthaRose Here's a poem for ya! Now that I've told you my story, you'll understand it... I think you will, at least. It's called Tangled... I wrote it a long time ago Together, tangled, we live Cold limbs pressed together Spirits holding hands Longing for shadow For seduction to begin She craves it constantly She needs eternally Thrown into darkness Doomed to search Through pain and hate Her soul's been raped And tossed together She's here to stay A prison of flesh She stays inside I keep her captive I keep her alive Tangled together, we live So lonely the future seems Would be so cold without her And one who would drag her Would kill her Desires her, so far away Yet always so near We don't want to feel him anymore Now, the blood again Our heart beats We share the one Tangled, we are tangled She takes my hand and writes My words spill like her blood will When they meet again, When they bleed again When they meet for the last time. I am her keeper She is my lover A soul inside, so solid Like flesh She takes my hand, my mind While I sleep, she claims me No difference between us We share one body But two minds Together, we lay tangled Breath catching from a long night How she longs to live again We can't escape the cravings Given by long darkness Who stole your body? Who stole your freedom? and sent you inside me? Who sent you inside me? Who sent you inside this ravaged cage My love Where, like your raped soul Mine cries out to you? Sorry, I, for one, never understand poetry... sweatdrop *knocks on skull* Another dense aspect of myself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 8:52 pm
Ah, that's too bad... It's a fabulous piece
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:16 pm
SamanthaRose Ah, that's too bad... It's a fabulous piece I'm truly sorry...poetry, and most music is wasted on me...cause I don't understand it. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:18 pm
*gasps* Music too! I couldn't live with myself if I couldnt' understand music... i would just die! Music is what drives a lot of my inspiration for writing!
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:27 pm
SamanthaRose *gasps* Music too! I couldn't live with myself if I couldnt' understand music... i would just die! Music is what drives a lot of my inspiration for writing! I mean the lyrics, I usually don't understand what the situation is, that's all... sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:31 pm
yeah, I gotcha there. That's what I mean! If it weren't for music lyrics, I would have gone crazy and homicidal a long time ago! I even found a song that describes my relationship with my fiance before we were together!!!!
Lyrics mean a lot to me...
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:39 pm
SamanthaRose yeah, I gotcha there. That's what I mean! If it weren't for music lyrics, I would have gone crazy and homicidal a long time ago! I even found a song that describes my relationship with my fiance before we were together!!!! Lyrics mean a lot to me... Yeah, well I was engaged once...but she broke it off....*sighs* xd
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:42 pm
Yeah, I was engaged once before this too, but it was over the internet, and he chickened out.
How stupid could I be?
A simpleton could see
That you're no good for me
But you're the only one I see
You come round in your time
Speaking of fabulous places, creating an oasis
That dries up as soon as you're gone and leaves me here burning
In this desert without you
Those lyrics... that describes so much about what I felt before my fiance and I were together...
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:58 pm
SamanthaRose Yeah, I was engaged once before this too, but it was over the internet, and he chickened out. How stupid could I be? A simpleton could see That you're no good for me But you're the only one I see You come round in your time Speaking of fabulous places, creating an oasis That dries up as soon as you're gone and leaves me here burning In this desert without you Those lyrics... that describes so much about what I felt before my fiance and I were together... Well, my engagement was also online, haven't been with a single person offline... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2004 4:15 pm
okay guys..these posts and stuff.. are totally not what i expected for an IRL Thread.. but i dont object.. im glad were keeping the thread alive.. 3nodding
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