butters
High on a Hill
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I adore heights it gives me an errrrrrrm sex kick especially takeoff in a plane lol
lol, trust you
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I adore heights it gives me an errrrrrrm sex kick especially takeoff in a plane lol
adrenaline rush?
biggest adrenaline rush I got was the first time I abseiled down a building, I was on a high for hours but ohhhhhhh so tired when I came down again lol
a natural high caused by danger
Last night I dreamed that my soon-to-be wife and I weren't together and I was at some sort of event and she was there and I was nervous. It was like I went back in time and relived how we got together in a twisted way, but this time we didn't get together. She had a partially shaved head and a mohawk for some reason. In real life I hadn't seen her in a couple years and she was basically this fireball of desire. In dream world she was disinterested and apparently a little famous for music or something. I understand nightmares, fears, and desires being played out in dreams, but I don't know that they actually make you more ready for real life in any way. When I was a kid I'd dream about sharks and heights and in real world I'd still be as afraid of those things.
Once I let go and trusted the ropes it was amazzzzzzzzing! One girl wouldn't let go and had to be hauled back in, I was the oldest of the lot and I did it!
i'd love to have a go of that. it sounds liberating, and the views!
would NOT want to do what that french guy does - the climbing of city buildings without any gear at all
http://www.pawnation.com/2010/04/27...e-gets-big-reaction-and-maybe-a-world-record/
I'ma buy my baby one of these to ride around on.
Interesting dream UYS... I would like to hear more about these mysterious Masonic functions...
DJs? Is that tuxedos or something?
Depression Dreamt as Metaphor
Driving to the ferry yesterday,
a crow flew across the road
in front of me, the thin wire of a snake
twisting wildly in its beak.
Another crow pursued. They flew
up, left, down, nearly
through my windshield, before
they shot off through a breach of sun
into an open, grassy field to eat
the desperate reptile. Last night
I dreamt I could not find my wife
in some foreign subway
formed of joined, octagonal tubes. I searched
and searched for her, but kept getting lost,
so that I finally settled in our hotel room
to wait for her return, which
never came. This dream made me cry
all day, unfortunately,
for when I woke she was there beside me,
but my brain insisted still,
captured snake.
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