You're right! Alcohol can put a stop to dreams or at least to remembering them. Which, in my case, can be a welcome thing as some of my dreams wear me out.
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~
good idea, spiced rum, this sound quite good. But dreams are important for me, therefore I do not wish to be completelly knocked out: When I had a night sleep without any dream this appears to me not like a night rest, but like a RESET. YOu know, darkness and nothing, it s not for me. jenn
LOL Jenny! Hot milk with honey so that we don't dream of Nic? Can I switch the milk to hot cider instead? Oh....and add a touch of spiced rum too? Now that might knock me out so I don't dream at all! :)
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~
Wow...........TZ! I'm not sure what to make of that dream! I would have woken up in a sweat from the terror of it all. You need to have a NICe Nic dream now!
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~
you have to drink a cup of hot milk with a honney. This is the best against the bad dreams. But never mind, NIC containing dreams are not bad at all, right, LOL. I have never had NIC dream during sleep /of course a lot of NIC dreams when I was awake - hehehe/, therefore I am little bit envious. Damn, why I have never had NIC dream? where is the justice. ? LOL jenn
Well I had strange Nic dream, too and it's just like the movie Face/Off. I dreamt I was Sean Archer. I came to a bright white room, I saw Nick Cage in blouse (he looked like a talented doctor and really handsome). I lay on a bed and he cut my face when I was still awake but couldn't move (I could feel his cold hands on my face, oh god). And I became Castor Troy. Then I ran away and shot John Travolta. That dream made me scared, but it was so cool! And I'm a girl lol!
-- Edited by T.Z. at 05:01, 2008-11-24
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"No discussion -- no deals." - Face/Off Script. "You are what you love, not what loves you." - Adaptation. SAY IT LOUD - I'M A NICAHOLIC AND I'M PROUD XD!!!
Okay..........I had a strange Nic dream last night. I haven't dreamt of Nic in awhile. Well....yes I have but THAT dream isn't one I can post here...it was um....let's just say....too hot to handle.........LOL!
Anyhoo.....in this dream.....
I seemed to be at some sort of formal dinner in a large hall. I think it was some sort of dinner to honor Nic. I was wearing a deep purple dress. I could see Nic across the room talking with people. At one point I was walking around with a drink in my hand and I ran into some journalist that I got talking to. I asked her what people in her line of work thought about him and she said that he was always the professional but everyone knew he was quirky underneath it all.
Next thing I knew I was talking to a couple of people who were sitting at a table and I was crouching down between them (in a dress???) and it was like I was hidden from view. Nic came up to the table as he was mingling from table to table so he could say hello to everyone there. I heard his voice and popped my head up and it's then that he saw me. He grinned big and I grinned big back.
As we were grinning at each other, the band (in the dream) started playing the following song and it's then that I actually woke up with it playing in my head! I have no clue why I would have that song in my head....it's got to be from the 50's....sorta the music that you hear in the movie Matchstick Men. But, I sure as heck haven't heard it in years and years and years.
IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR/Frank SinatraWhen I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for small town girlsAnd soft summer nightsWe'd hide from the lightsOn the village greenWhen I was seventeenWhen I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for city girlsWho lived up the stairWith all that perfumed hairAnd it came undoneWhen I was twenty-oneWhen I was thirty-fiveIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent meansWe'd ride in limousinesTheir chauffeurs would driveWhen I was thirty-fiveBut now the days grow shortI'm in the autumn of the yearAnd now I think of my life as vintage wineFrom fine old kegsFrom the brim to the dregsAnd it poured sweet and clearIt was a very good yearIt was a mess of good years
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Every time you don't follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness. ~~~~Shakti Gawain~~~~
