The Isolated Blurt Thread XXXVII: You're Welcome, Fuckers

i wouldn't want anything addictive, or even more than once or twice a week, but everynight it's dream dream dream dream dream and can be quite exhausting, even if dreaming in the p.o.v of whichever character i'm inhabiting at the time can lend perspective in real life!

edit: it's something i've lived with all my life, and can probably be explained by two things: i slip into dreams very easily; they can even begin playing inside closed lids before i am properly asleep, like sitting at my desk or in a chair, only to pause as i open my eyes, and

my ears... i wake often, just enough to turn over to the other side. I am a side-sleeper and whichever ear i am laying on starts to hurt after a few hours if not sooner so i have to turn over. Various pillows have helped but only for a while, only to a degree. SO the constant disturbing means i am remembering experiencing the dreams more than someone who sleeps solidly though.
 
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Woman wants a white lexus sub woth low mile.
She has stage 4 cancer and isn't sure how long she will be around. It's her dream car. At that point miles wouldn't matter to me unless it was like 200k

100k miles is very doable since it's a lexus and it will out last her most likely.

So she sends me other brands as well..smh...its her choice but you only live once. Buy the dream car.
 
welcome to my regular dream-life... can anyone suggest anything that will render me dreamless? the best two sleeps i've ever had were when i was under anaesthetic. SO freakin' relaxing!
Alcohol. Copious amounts of alcohol...

I don't think I had one dream in last 3 years of my drinking career.
 
Note to self. Start a lesbian song thread because nobody really digs your songs because they aren’t lesbians
 
It was a joke.

For fuck’s sake please don’t take it seriously.

My goodness. And no, I do not wish to know how you’d park your opinion upon my joke. Kill me now
 
Note to self. Start a lesbian song thread because nobody really digs your songs because they aren’t lesbians
I just read a beautiful book about a lesbian couple and it had such an effect on me I'm going to have a bash at it. Also I need to become a deep sea diver but I can't swim.

Check out the book - Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield. Stunning.
 
I just read a beautiful book about a lesbian couple and it had such an effect on me I'm going to have a bash at it. Also I need to become a deep sea diver but I can't swim.

Check out the book - Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield. Stunning.
I've successfully turned as other one. You're welcome, ladies.
 
I tried. They wouldn't have me. Something about to much back hair, not enough vagina. There was a lot of fine print in the rejection letter.
The docs can build you a vagina. Might be less painful than the back hair removal.
 
one of this morning's dreams (sometime between 8.45 and 9) was full quantum leap-esque: I became aware poolside, in a guy's body (looking down I was flat-chested) and apparently about to take part in a swimming event. Not the Olympics, the pool was smaller, more a school/college type affair. I was wearing and orange jersey and jacket with the white no. 35 on my chest.

So I'm thinking "ok, I can do this... I can swim ok but I'm a bit out of practice. There are others around me, young men and women, and I thought I need to find out which stroke I was meant to be swimming. I wandered along to some organisers (dropping my jacket poolside along the way) and they're asking me what number I was swimming... I thought they must mean my jersey number and offered that but they put me straight: they wanted to know what leg of the relay I was so they could tell me and which end I'd enter the pool from. Rigggggggght.. re-evaluation: a swim relay and there was still some time. I thought I needed to go for a walk to loosen up my muscles and estimated if I walked more than 1,000 metres I would be good to go. Don't know why my mind came up with that particular figure but hey, it's a dream, right?

So I head off for this walk, countrified sort of lane/road and walked more than the distance and realised I had to get back for the race. That's when this almost pope-mobile oddball vehicle (a sort of chartreuse colour) on the opposite side of the blacktop hit and mounted a bank, doing an abrupt U-turn and flip to right-side-upness and coming to rest at an angle with it's back end pointing uphill. I could see a silver-haired old lady, seat-belt on, and ran over to help.

Longish story short, I was aware that taking the time to help meant missing the relay and letting down 'the team' but someone had to help her. SO, getting her back to her house, almost opposite to the crash site, helping her sit as I got out her groceries and stuff, getting her inside blah blah blah. I knew I wouldn't be popular but walked back towards the event, way too late. It's pouring with rain and some girl who clearly believed she knew me from high school or something was all fawning over me, telling me not to worry, the event had finished for the day, people gone home. It got awkward, and then I spotted my discarded jacket, laying on the grass (not the poolside but as wet) and soaking wet so ran over to it and jumped into wakefulness.

really, such stupid dreams 🤪
 
I had a long convoluted dream the other night, the only scene from which I can remember is my crush taking me by the hand and leading me through the backdoor of my house.
 
i jacked my shoulder up swimming butterfly a few years ago. it had been over 20 years since i’d swum it, and i needed to swim a 25 for a certification. needless to say, i ended up rehabbing it for quite a while, and am now much better at butterfly as an older person. this has lead to an obsession with the shoulder and all the ins and outs that amazing joint.
 
I had a long convoluted dream the other night, the only scene from which I can remember is my crush taking me by the hand and leading me through the backdoor of my house.
did it hurt?

i'm kinda half-hoping it was like a magical thing, but maybe the door was just open...
 
i jacked my shoulder up swimming butterfly a few years ago. it had been over 20 years since i’d swum it, and i needed to swim a 25 for a certification. needless to say, i ended up rehabbing it for quite a while, and am now much better at butterfly as an older person. this has lead to an obsession with the shoulder and all the ins and outs that amazing joint.
Mine is a little crunchy.
 
My left shoulder is on its last legs. I have trouble lifting a 33 oz bottle of water to my mouth. That's all it takes, 1 fucking plastic bottle of water can't even make it to my mouth

I'm taking pain meds before bed so I can find a comfortable position to lay my arm in.
 
My left shoulder is on its last legs. I have trouble lifting a 33 oz bottle of water to my mouth. That's all it takes, 1 fucking plastic bottle of water can't even make it to my mouth

I'm taking pain meds before bed so I can find a comfortable position to lay my arm in.
I feel for you hun. There is no real comfortable position I've found and I didn't yank my shoulder.
 
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