Dreams
#61

I never really noticed exactly when they stopped using it and went with beepers/mobile phone alerts but I always strangely missed the sound of it, even though it was never a good thing when it went off.
#63

I was dreaming like crazy last night, pleasent dreams mostly.
I sometimes I have fighting dreams, I am literally fighting, like kicking and punching in my sleep as I fight in the dream, those are not super common but weird and usually wakes everyone else up....
The falling dream is the worst, not frequent, but I hate it.
And sometimes i assume I am dreaming but I wake up my body jumps as if it were bouncing from being dropped, maybe its the aliens bringing me back.
I am just glad I don't get nightmares like my wife, her dreams sound miserable based on her sleep talking.
Sometimes the dog is clearly dreaming, kicking and snarling but sound asleep.
Sleep related, I hate the habit I have of waking up right before my alarm, not sure why it annoys me, but I consistently when I need to be up at a specific time and have an alarm set wake up 1-2 minutes before it goes off.
I sometimes I have fighting dreams, I am literally fighting, like kicking and punching in my sleep as I fight in the dream, those are not super common but weird and usually wakes everyone else up....
The falling dream is the worst, not frequent, but I hate it.
And sometimes i assume I am dreaming but I wake up my body jumps as if it were bouncing from being dropped, maybe its the aliens bringing me back.
I am just glad I don't get nightmares like my wife, her dreams sound miserable based on her sleep talking.
Sometimes the dog is clearly dreaming, kicking and snarling but sound asleep.
Sleep related, I hate the habit I have of waking up right before my alarm, not sure why it annoys me, but I consistently when I need to be up at a specific time and have an alarm set wake up 1-2 minutes before it goes off.
Last edited by Jsmth321; Apr 15th 2020 at 10:56 pm.
#64

I was dreaming like crazy last night, pleasent dreams mostly.
I sometimes I have fighting dreams, I am literally fighting, like kicking and punching in my sleep as I fight in the dream, those are not super common but weird and usually wakes everyone else up....
The falling dream is the worst, not frequent, but I hate it.
And sometimes i assume I am dreaming but I wake up my body jumps as if it were bouncing from being dropped, maybe its the aliens bringing me back.
I am just glad I don't get nightmares like my wife, her dreams sound miserable based on her sleep talking.
Sometimes the dog is clearly dreaming, kicking and snarling but sound asleep.
Sleep related, I hate the habit I have of waking up right before my alarm, not sure why it annoys me, but I consistently when I need to be up at a specific time and have an alarm set wake up 1-2 minutes before it goes off.
I sometimes I have fighting dreams, I am literally fighting, like kicking and punching in my sleep as I fight in the dream, those are not super common but weird and usually wakes everyone else up....
The falling dream is the worst, not frequent, but I hate it.
And sometimes i assume I am dreaming but I wake up my body jumps as if it were bouncing from being dropped, maybe its the aliens bringing me back.
I am just glad I don't get nightmares like my wife, her dreams sound miserable based on her sleep talking.
Sometimes the dog is clearly dreaming, kicking and snarling but sound asleep.
Sleep related, I hate the habit I have of waking up right before my alarm, not sure why it annoys me, but I consistently when I need to be up at a specific time and have an alarm set wake up 1-2 minutes before it goes off.
I get the falling dreams too, accompanied by a jolt awake right before I hit the ground. When I was younger I used to have the opposite kind of dream where I'd jump, but would take off and start flying around, I loved those ones

#67

Yet another variation on the nowhere to pee.
I was following a sign for the toilet but to use it I had to sign up for gym membership - something like that. Desperate, I carried on my search and asked a couple of young women if there was a toilet. "Do you need a door" one asked. "Yes" I said - believing this to be a reference to those times when my dream has enabled me to find a vacant, working toilet only to not be able to use it because I couldn't close/lock the door.
But as I followed them I wondered if it was some subtle code for whether I'd be standing or sitting.
We walked through a clothing store and then they showed me the door. As I went in and was closing the door I told them they couldn't know how grateful I was and that I even have dreams where I can't find a place to go.
I bolted the door (yess!) and turned to find a curtain which I pulled back and revealed nothing at all. What? Was I supposed to just go on the floor? What if I needed the other? I looked around me to find a storage room with clothes ready to go out on the floor. I saw a drain in the floor. Was I to use that?
So someone apparently takes pity on me, leads me to a toilet with a lockable door and I still have nowhere to go.
I was following a sign for the toilet but to use it I had to sign up for gym membership - something like that. Desperate, I carried on my search and asked a couple of young women if there was a toilet. "Do you need a door" one asked. "Yes" I said - believing this to be a reference to those times when my dream has enabled me to find a vacant, working toilet only to not be able to use it because I couldn't close/lock the door.
But as I followed them I wondered if it was some subtle code for whether I'd be standing or sitting.

We walked through a clothing store and then they showed me the door. As I went in and was closing the door I told them they couldn't know how grateful I was and that I even have dreams where I can't find a place to go.
I bolted the door (yess!) and turned to find a curtain which I pulled back and revealed nothing at all. What? Was I supposed to just go on the floor? What if I needed the other? I looked around me to find a storage room with clothes ready to go out on the floor. I saw a drain in the floor. Was I to use that?
So someone apparently takes pity on me, leads me to a toilet with a lockable door and I still have nowhere to go.

#68

Yet another variation on the nowhere to pee.
I was following a sign for the toilet but to use it I had to sign up for gym membership - something like that. Desperate, I carried on my search and asked a couple of young women if there was a toilet. "Do you need a door" one asked. "Yes" I said - believing this to be a reference to those times when my dream has enabled me to find a vacant, working toilet only to not be able to use it because I couldn't close/lock the door.
But as I followed them I wondered if it was some subtle code for whether I'd be standing or sitting.
We walked through a clothing store and then they showed me the door. As I went in and was closing the door I told them they couldn't know how grateful I was and that I even have dreams where I can't find a place to go.
I bolted the door (yess!) and turned to find a curtain which I pulled back and revealed nothing at all. What? Was I supposed to just go on the floor? What if I needed the other? I looked around me to find a storage room with clothes ready to go out on the floor. I saw a drain in the floor. Was I to use that?
So someone apparently takes pity on me, leads me to a toilet with a lockable door and I still have nowhere to go.
I was following a sign for the toilet but to use it I had to sign up for gym membership - something like that. Desperate, I carried on my search and asked a couple of young women if there was a toilet. "Do you need a door" one asked. "Yes" I said - believing this to be a reference to those times when my dream has enabled me to find a vacant, working toilet only to not be able to use it because I couldn't close/lock the door.
But as I followed them I wondered if it was some subtle code for whether I'd be standing or sitting.

We walked through a clothing store and then they showed me the door. As I went in and was closing the door I told them they couldn't know how grateful I was and that I even have dreams where I can't find a place to go.
I bolted the door (yess!) and turned to find a curtain which I pulled back and revealed nothing at all. What? Was I supposed to just go on the floor? What if I needed the other? I looked around me to find a storage room with clothes ready to go out on the floor. I saw a drain in the floor. Was I to use that?
So someone apparently takes pity on me, leads me to a toilet with a lockable door and I still have nowhere to go.

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#70

Last night I was on my way home and came across a new large building (or series of low-rise buildings) covering such an area it would add time to my walk.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.
Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.

Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.
#71

Last night I was on my way home and came across a new large building (or series of low-rise buildings) covering such an area it would add time to my walk.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.
Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.

Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.

#74
#75

Last night I was on my way home and came across a new large building (or series of low-rise buildings) covering such an area it would add time to my walk.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.
Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.
I watched a van go through a gateway which remained opened so I went in thinking if I could find an exit the other side, I could save time. Sure enough I saw some doors in a long glass wall. Unfortunately, as I approached I saw people exit but it was clear they could only do so by means of some device they held to the lock.
I looked for other exits with no luck and resigned myself to going back where I came in. There was a yard with vans parked and some men in uniform. Looked like a post office or other courier depot. I went over to the drivers to ask for help to get out.
They laughed at me. They weren't drivers, they were prison officers. "You'd like us to help you get away? hohoho..."
They didn't believe I was just looking for a short cut. They kept referring me to other officers and it was the same with each one.

Occasionally there would be one who was sympathetic but just as I think I'm getting somewhere they speak to a colleague and have a good laugh the same as everyone else.
I have my social insurance number card (only a number on it), medicare card and a bank card but none have photo or even address. To humour me they check my name in the system and of course I'm not there, but with no proper ID that doesn't mean I am who I say I am.
So they think that me wandering around with plastic bags of shopping - that's where I'd been - was just some ruse to escape from prison.
Did you just wake up at that point - still in jail? Bet you want to go back to sleep just to find out what happened! At least, I do!