man I've known some chinese that really really really REALLY hate the japanese
they referenced the rape of nanking for their hatred
and I was like DANG that's a hell of a grudge
there is the point that it's not even acknowledged by a lot of japanese people (and even some of the square enix devs flat out deny that it happened or something ridiculous like that)
I know that one time my brother and I were in the old family minivan and it was PARKED ON A STEEP HILL and my mom was inside the house we were parked outside for some reason and then OH SHIT THE CAR STARTED ROLLING and my brother and I had to team up to work the steering wheel and the pedals and we managed to steer the car down the hill, around the bend up all the way around on a connecting street and parked it again where it was.
Even as a child I knew this experience was too ludicrous to have actually occurred, but I don't feel like I dreamed it, either, if that makes sense. Maybe I just imagined it really vividly?
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I remember the saddest dream I had.
I was in a futuristic city, where huge bulky skyscrapers rose up from their tiny bases on the water. It is night time, and you couldn't tell the stars from the blinking lights in the windows.
parts of these skyscrapers are connected. Others are open to the air. I walk, feeling a sense of alienation I've never known in my life. And sadness.
I'm trying to get to Sublevel 5. I'm not really sure why. I ask people around me what elevator I should take, but no one seems to know.
Eventually I get to a walkway-terrace on one of the skyscrapers. It is very late at night. There are benches there, and lonely blue street lights. I go to the safety rail, and I watch the windows of the impossible buildings glimmer and fade.
I know that one time my brother and I were in the old family minivan and it was PARKED ON A STEEP HILL and my mom was inside the house we were parked outside for some reason and then OH SHIT THE CAR STARTED ROLLING and my brother and I had to team up to work the steering wheel and the pedals and we managed to steer the car down the hill, around the bend up all the way around on a connecting street and parked it again where it was.
Even as a child I knew this experience was too ludicrous to have actually occurred, but I don't feel like I dreamed it, either, if that makes sense. Maybe I just imagined it really vividly?
Oh man, I used to dream of this all the time before I learned to drive! The car would be rolling and the steering wheel would be so hard to turn and the pedals wouldn't do anything, scary as hell.
I know that one time my brother and I were in the old family minivan and it was PARKED ON A STEEP HILL and my mom was inside the house we were parked outside for some reason and then OH SHIT THE CAR STARTED ROLLING and my brother and I had to team up to work the steering wheel and the pedals and we managed to steer the car down the hill, around the bend up all the way around on a connecting street and parked it again where it was.
Even as a child I knew this experience was too ludicrous to have actually occurred, but I don't feel like I dreamed it, either, if that makes sense. Maybe I just imagined it really vividly?
Oh man, I used to dream of this all the time before I learned to drive! The car would be rolling and the steering wheel would be so hard to turn and the pedals wouldn't do anything, scary as hell.
This actually happened to my sister one time. As opposed to to actually doing anything though she just sat in the car and screamed until some random person dived through the driver's window and put on the handbrake.
I know that one time my brother and I were in the old family minivan and it was PARKED ON A STEEP HILL and my mom was inside the house we were parked outside for some reason and then OH SHIT THE CAR STARTED ROLLING and my brother and I had to team up to work the steering wheel and the pedals and we managed to steer the car down the hill, around the bend up all the way around on a connecting street and parked it again where it was.
Even as a child I knew this experience was too ludicrous to have actually occurred, but I don't feel like I dreamed it, either, if that makes sense. Maybe I just imagined it really vividly?
Oh man, I used to dream of this all the time before I learned to drive! The car would be rolling and the steering wheel would be so hard to turn and the pedals wouldn't do anything, scary as hell.
This actually happened to my sister one time. As opposed to to actually doing anything though she just sat in the car and screamed until some random person dived through the driver's window and put on the handbrake.
the worst part is she was 32 at the time
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When I was a child I wanted a job that paid a decent amount and I didn't have to work too hard and the people would be nice, and I could eat apple crumble a lot.
I pretty much be living the dream.
OTOH, I also wanted to own my own house. Still working on that part.
When I was about 16-17, I realized that adventurers often had pretty crappy lives, and that feats of derring do and facing terrible odds would be pretty stressful. Since that day, I have studiously avoided the call to duty, hoping destiny never knocks on my door. I like to think I could handle it if it does, but you can't know that till it happesn, and ideally, it never will.
i used to have dreams where i was being kidnapped or was lost or hurt and i would scream and scream and scream for help but hardley any sound would come out if anything came out at all.
I remember seeing the Ninja Turtles movie and thinking that the hat and overcoat combo that Raph wore when he went out was awesome. I decided I wanted one, only mine would be purple. I walked up to my mom and asked her to make me one out of some random material we had. She kinda laughed and told me that she didn't think she had the skill to do that. I thought screw that, how hard could it be, I'll do it myself. I got some scissors and went to work. And failed miserably. I'll always remember it as the moment I learned that things usually don't work out as well in the real world as they do in your imagination.
The earliest dream I can remember? Well, I had it in my first house, so I had to be around 3 years old, and holy shit, this is so fucked up for a 3 year old.
In my dream, I went downstairs to discover that my parents weren't home. So, naturally I looked everywhere for them...which, as far as I can remember, only consisted of the living room, and their bedroom. I guess I gave up after that, cause then it flashed to me being at the mall, and OH MY GOD DAD was there! Apparently he was buying jewelry for my mom, and told me to run off and play on a ...what looked like a fucked up McDonalds Play Place.
It kinda looked like
from starcraft.
So, I'm playing on that, and look over to where my dad was and I can't find him. I start flipping out, and crying, and oh shit now I'm outside, running up a hill. I don't know how I got on the hill, but I look over, and I can see the mall, and Nazis fucking... goosestepping their way inside. (I think I saw them on TV or something, thought they looked scary, but didn't fully understand what they did).
I flash back to my house, and my parents are still not there, but I notice a window is broken, so I look outside and on the ground, and see my parents laying there dead all mummified looking.
Most of my dreams as a kid consisted of me being at either the mall or my elementry school with everyone there. Then I would look away and look back and all the lights are off with everybody gone. I would have a immense feeling of needing to escape. I was able to fly in my dreams. First I had to run like Mario. Then once I became a swimmer I would have to breast stroke to fly. And now I just thiwp some web out and swing away Spidey style.
Also as a kid I had a huge fear of the little grey aliens. I always thought that if I ever woke up in the middle of the night was because they were near. Peeking through the window or the doorway. Just watching. Just stareing.
Oh, I also just remembered that when I was really young, my dreams were always incredibly lucid.
Like, if I had a bad dream, I would know to clench my fists, and close my eyes really tight and some how it would teleport my self to another place or dream or whatever. It always worked, and it was really cool.
I had some weird recurring dreams as a kid. It's really hazy but I remember some weird egg-people sitting on my bed side table and a transparent wall with giant saws inside and people moving through the tunnels into the saws. Then there was also a big half-pipe shaped room where people would have to take shifts through the night lying at the bottom while a huge bladed pendulum swung inches from their body. Sometimes the perspective would be from someone watching from a window at the top pf the room and sometimes it would be from the person lying under the pendulum.
Most of my dreams as kid and now were pretty lucid. I always had good thought control and realization during them. But as a kid I would always be running from something in a neat way. Angry mob, monsters or aliens. From teen on up I stopped having nightmares because I just run up and face whatever is after me. So much fun.
I have photograph memories pre-kindergarten. I don't rember doing anything but like neighborhood streets or certain areas I was in I can see and I get deja vu sometimes when I'm driving around back home.
When I was a kid, I had recurring dreams of being chased, attacked and tickled by black-gloved hands. They would not stop. I would just wake up breathless and terrified in the dark.
I guess I liked ET when I was younger because my parents placed a few well-made scupltures of ET's head all about my room. The eyes were especially life-like. I used to dream of the eyes following me.
What amazes me more is you have memories of being 3.
I've got pretty much nothing back there until around kindergarten.
I remember climbing out of my crib, crawling down my hallway, looking over the banister of my stairs, and seeing my parents watching Aladdin.
I also remember being in the bath (Still in one of those floaty things that keep the baby upright in the bath), and getting soap in my eye and freaking the fuck out. I remember my thought process in that as well, and the REASON I got soap in my eye. I was wondering what the liquid soap would look like right as it was coming out of the bottle, so I looked up right as my mom was squeezing the soap out of the bottle onto my head.
I remember a lot of pre-school. One day we made snowmen out of socks and we were going to finish them later and give them to our parents for Christmas but we couldn't tell them. Right when I got in the car at the end of the day I was so excited I told my mom all about it and immediately felt bad because I did.
Somedays we had some after-school thing where we brought our lunch and played the whole time. Sometimes the teachers would get out this big expandable tunnel made from a big spring shaped wire and black fabric all over it and play this recording of someone leading leading us through some fields and woods to some spooky place (it may have been a cave or something). Near the end there would be weird noises and the guy on the recording would tell you to run back through all the stuff we came through back to a safe house where we would lock the door. It was fun and realyl scary back then. I'd like to hear it now just for nostalgia.
When I was a kid riding in the car with my mom, I imagined that people were crunched up and under the hood of the car and that's how the radio worked.
i used to just think that every song was a live studio performance.
like i knew there was a radio building, and i knew that there were people who worked there, but i also thought that no song could be played simultaneously on different stations because HOW COULD HOOTIE AND THE BLOWFISH BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE!?
I think tv news must have been my first encounter with tv and such.
Cause I thought everything was actually a doucmentary or local. Like I thought Cheers was about the bar we passed by driving home. And again I thought that little disclaimer "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..." was just to let me know that I was watching a history show.
I had a shitty blue truck that was always parked in front of our house. It wasn't really a steep hill, but was definitely a bit of an incline. My little brother, who was like 3 or 4 at the time, liked to sit in the truck and pretend to be driving it. Somehow while he's sitting in there, he manages to shift the truck into neutral and it started rolling down the hill and into the dumpster at the bottom.
This was the same week he had hidden my keys somewhere (turns out they were under the gas cover of the truck!) and so we had to PUSH the truck back up the hill instead of driving it.
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so I was adopted at a young age and being as eccentric as I was began to debate the possibility that I was in fact from another planet. I invented my own language(though in my mind I was inventing it so much as remembering it) and I would write letters to my alien family and tape them up in my window so they could be read from space.
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Even as a child I knew this experience was too ludicrous to have actually occurred, but I don't feel like I dreamed it, either, if that makes sense. Maybe I just imagined it really vividly?
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I was in a futuristic city, where huge bulky skyscrapers rose up from their tiny bases on the water. It is night time, and you couldn't tell the stars from the blinking lights in the windows.
parts of these skyscrapers are connected. Others are open to the air. I walk, feeling a sense of alienation I've never known in my life. And sadness.
I'm trying to get to Sublevel 5. I'm not really sure why. I ask people around me what elevator I should take, but no one seems to know.
Eventually I get to a walkway-terrace on one of the skyscrapers. It is very late at night. There are benches there, and lonely blue street lights. I go to the safety rail, and I watch the windows of the impossible buildings glimmer and fade.
and I am completely lost
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Oh man, I used to dream of this all the time before I learned to drive! The car would be rolling and the steering wheel would be so hard to turn and the pedals wouldn't do anything, scary as hell.
This actually happened to my sister one time. As opposed to to actually doing anything though she just sat in the car and screamed until some random person dived through the driver's window and put on the handbrake.
Satans..... hints.....
the worst part is she was 32 at the time
what the FUCK is up with that
whatever happened to my days man
I pretty much be living the dream.
OTOH, I also wanted to own my own house. Still working on that part.
When I was about 16-17, I realized that adventurers often had pretty crappy lives, and that feats of derring do and facing terrible odds would be pretty stressful. Since that day, I have studiously avoided the call to duty, hoping destiny never knocks on my door. I like to think I could handle it if it does, but you can't know that till it happesn, and ideally, it never will.
I think that was Krosius
And then I woke up!
those were the worst dreams.
There is no train here.
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In my dream, I went downstairs to discover that my parents weren't home. So, naturally I looked everywhere for them...which, as far as I can remember, only consisted of the living room, and their bedroom. I guess I gave up after that, cause then it flashed to me being at the mall, and OH MY GOD DAD was there! Apparently he was buying jewelry for my mom, and told me to run off and play on a ...what looked like a fucked up McDonalds Play Place.
It kinda looked like
So, I'm playing on that, and look over to where my dad was and I can't find him. I start flipping out, and crying, and oh shit now I'm outside, running up a hill. I don't know how I got on the hill, but I look over, and I can see the mall, and Nazis fucking... goosestepping their way inside. (I think I saw them on TV or something, thought they looked scary, but didn't fully understand what they did).
I flash back to my house, and my parents are still not there, but I notice a window is broken, so I look outside and on the ground, and see my parents laying there dead all mummified looking.
Three years old, man. Jesus.
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Also as a kid I had a huge fear of the little grey aliens. I always thought that if I ever woke up in the middle of the night was because they were near. Peeking through the window or the doorway. Just watching. Just stareing.
I blame my aunts Time Life Mysteries of the Unknown book collection. Such horrible fascinating books for a kid.
One time I was with part of the cast of the O.C., but best not to examine that too much.
Like, if I had a bad dream, I would know to clench my fists, and close my eyes really tight and some how it would teleport my self to another place or dream or whatever. It always worked, and it was really cool.
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I've got pretty much nothing back there until around kindergarten.
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I guess I liked ET when I was younger because my parents placed a few well-made scupltures of ET's head all about my room. The eyes were especially life-like. I used to dream of the eyes following me.
I remember climbing out of my crib, crawling down my hallway, looking over the banister of my stairs, and seeing my parents watching Aladdin.
I also remember being in the bath (Still in one of those floaty things that keep the baby upright in the bath), and getting soap in my eye and freaking the fuck out. I remember my thought process in that as well, and the REASON I got soap in my eye. I was wondering what the liquid soap would look like right as it was coming out of the bottle, so I looked up right as my mom was squeezing the soap out of the bottle onto my head.
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Somedays we had some after-school thing where we brought our lunch and played the whole time. Sometimes the teachers would get out this big expandable tunnel made from a big spring shaped wire and black fabric all over it and play this recording of someone leading leading us through some fields and woods to some spooky place (it may have been a cave or something). Near the end there would be weird noises and the guy on the recording would tell you to run back through all the stuff we came through back to a safe house where we would lock the door. It was fun and realyl scary back then. I'd like to hear it now just for nostalgia.
I thought you should know that.
i used to just think that every song was a live studio performance.
like i knew there was a radio building, and i knew that there were people who worked there, but i also thought that no song could be played simultaneously on different stations because HOW COULD HOOTIE AND THE BLOWFISH BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE!?
Cause I thought everything was actually a doucmentary or local. Like I thought Cheers was about the bar we passed by driving home. And again I thought that little disclaimer "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..." was just to let me know that I was watching a history show.
I had a shitty blue truck that was always parked in front of our house. It wasn't really a steep hill, but was definitely a bit of an incline. My little brother, who was like 3 or 4 at the time, liked to sit in the truck and pretend to be driving it. Somehow while he's sitting in there, he manages to shift the truck into neutral and it started rolling down the hill and into the dumpster at the bottom.
This was the same week he had hidden my keys somewhere (turns out they were under the gas cover of the truck!) and so we had to PUSH the truck back up the hill instead of driving it.
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Yeah, I can remember things from FOREVER ago, however I have problems remembering recent conversations with people or to do something during the day.
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Are you sure you're not some freaky witch who attaches their soul to babies?
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So, in the past 2 hours I've been branded as a freaky mutant, and a freaky witch. I'm on a fuckin' roll! :P
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Nah you're just some crazy broad.
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