Arianna Huffington's 8 Tips for a Better Sleep
Mon, 26 Sep 2016 22:51:03 +0000

Found these tips on a card at a Marriott. They are good advise. I attached a scanned copy below.


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Flying Through Canyons With Barbed Wire At Bottom
Fri, 26 Feb 2010 23:52:53 +0000

Okay, I had previously broken up with my girlfriend, was nearing finals in college with a full course load, and I was sharing a class with my now ex-girlfriend The whole rejection thing had made me slowly sink into an incredible depression. This had lasted several days and then one night I had this incredibly vivid but strange dream. Basically it appeared that I was flying through canyons, going up and down, getting closer to the rocks below which every swoop downward. And each time I got closer to the rocks below I noticed something very odd: Barbed Wire. Barbed wire appeared to be elevated slightly above the rocks below and each time I dropped down I would get closer and closer to the barbed wire. Anyway, the whole process, of what I would call a flying dream, went on for a very long time. But I never actually touched the barbed wire. Now even though this appeared to be a dry arid canyon I remember there were a lot of clouds. Lotߴs of pillowy clouds. I kept popping though these clouds as I went upward, and popping though the clouds as I went downward. And the barbed wire would never appear until I was just inches away from it. But I would never actually touch it. Now hereߴs the odd thing, when I woke up, something within me had lifted. I felt much better. More self-confident. I felt whole again. When I had to see my ex in class that day, I felt no anger, no rejection--nothing. Somehow, I was at peace with myself.


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gold dust dream
Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:16:41 +0000

Why does it suck? It sounds really beautiful to me.


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I got shot, and died!
Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:03:10 +0000

I had a very disturbing dream many years ago, and it remains one of the few that I ever have remembered. It was a very bizarre dream, in that I actually died in it, or so it seemed. I was outside some house, not one that I recognize, but it may have been mine in the dream. It was a big house, with a big property, and a long driveway that wound it's way up a small hill. I was outside on the property, on a hill near a big tree, perhaps an oak. I heard a helicopter, and looked up to see it approaching. I realized that it had seen me, and was coming towards me. I felt scared for some reason, and I sort of hid behind the tree. Eventually the helicopter landed, and a man got out and walked towards me. I don't remember much about the man, except that he was unfamiliar. He came right around the tree, walked up to me, and pulled out a gun and shot me. Just like that, no words, no warning. I can't remember what kind of gun it was, or any other details about it. I don't remember any pain, just everything slowly going black, and the realization that I was dying. Then I died, and woke up, in an unsettled and disturbed state.


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weird dream
Tue, 23 Feb 2010 18:24:57 +0000

dream failing test - Google Search


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odd
Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:30:40 +0000

pretty cool.
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Girl i knew people ive lost
Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:34:17 +0000

Some times when im down. Not down, but really really beaten from life. When I get truly apathetic about this world- I have a dream always different but with the same girl. For some background, ive never dated this girl, Ive only spoken with her 2 times and it was awkward and pressed. I went to highschool with her and some mild infatuation with her, but nothing serious. The dreams started after i had been out of school for a while. I soon joined the service and no longer had time to remember my dreams and was more worried about earthly endeavors (i.e. staying alive). And the dreams stopped. Then i got comfortable with my new pace of life, and started wanting the danger factor. When it was denied to me, when i wasnt being pushed anymore, and even sometimes when i was. The dreams started coming back.

As for what the dreams consisted of. Well sometimes there was little to remember, sometimes there was an intricate series of events. It seemed always that she would enter and i'd manage to mess it up some how, but the sheer hope of seeing her again would keep me dreaming for sometime. Which was odd because it wasnt a lucid dream.

The very first one i recorded i ran into her at the local mall(?) but the power went out. While we were at the mall the power went out and for the rest of the dream most of everything was black and white. She came with me up to some cabin up in the woods. Power was out at the cabin also, I heard wolves baying in the woods. I cant remember if she was outside first or me. But i know there was no romantic overtones before this in the whole dream. I went outside to listen to them and she was there too. We were sitting on an old wooden picnic table, at some point she put on my sweater. It draped over her shoulders slightly and extened over her hands like a child wearing oversized clothes. I remember her eyes, not her real eyes, but her eyes in the dream because they were green, in a colorless world. Amazing emeralds.

Suddenly wolves poured out from the woods, hundreds of them, like a river of fur and fangs that split just around the table as we both hopped ontop of it. The wolves snarled and snapped as they passed but we werent the targets. They just passed by us. I remember the feel of her hand just she touched my right arm below my elbow, then pulling her close. I was scared of the wolves, but in awe also. I had hardly noticed that she was in my arms. When i looked at her, her eyes were blazing, she had her hand across her mouth- the oversized sweater was like a burqa covering her face exposing only those jewel like eyes. And i dont know how but i knew she was smiling, under the veil of my sweater and her hand. Just as our eyes met, the river of wolves ended. As we stood atop the table still two more wolves appeared, large, magestic, they didnt move like the other ones. They waltzed by, aware but unconcerned of us. Most notably one was visibly tinted green and the other red. After they had passed i let her go. All i remember later was that she went inside, and i missed the point completely, because i stayed outside looking for, waiting for the wolves all night. The magic that i have looked for inlife in the dream i thought was brought on by the snarling creatures, it wasnt until i woke up that i realized it was her. Because the surreal feeling nor the wolves returned that night.

Dreams and dreams more and more many just of her eyes, her veiled expression, bits of talking here and there nothing substantial. No dreams of other girls either. atleast not like this.

Then just recently when i'd gotten all to distraught with creation, and these dreams for some reason seem to come right before life kicks up.... maybe i cause that.

In this one i was playing foot ball with my friends in the military who i dont see anymore- people who either didnt make it all the way into the service, people who have left, people ill more than likely, some of them certainly, i will never see them again. One friend who recently committed suicide was there, another who got kicked out for alcohol abuse, and others whom ive left or am leaving. Everything was glazed over, smudged surreal and happy. We were all friends again. The day was perfect and everything was a blur. Just seeing scott in my dreams nearly made me cry when i woke up. In both the dreams nothing outside the events has changed. I mean i was still me, everyone else was still them... but we were all happy, and things happened that never could in this world. It was so close to real life, so close to the way i wanted things to be... I was yelling to some one, whos gone, to pass me the ball. For some reason this drew her attention or she thought i was yelling to her or something. Either way she flashed me those eyes and we were talking after the game. She lived near by so i went to her room you could feel that she was open to me. Her room was all pink and orange lit. She wanted to be kissed i knew, even though she never said it. As always i didnt do it. The moment passed and although i pursued her nothing came of it and it became more obvious that she was no longer feeling anything. And so neither did i and the rest of the dream was just real life in a different place.

I dont understand what counter balance this dream is supposed provide to me. And im not so young or naive to believe that its some fairy tale sign of love. I was infatuated with the girl for a quarter of my junior year but never thought of it more than that. At the same time the dreams didnt start until long after i had seen her for the last time. Ive had many interests and girlfriends since then... i dont dream of any of them. Dont get me wrong i have some deep seated hope that ill atleast get to know her, but thats hope i have for plenty of girls.

Her eyes , the wolves, everything was slow motion, a movie, something missing in my life. And when i awoke from the last dream i couldnt move, that hope is something else, its more than just hope. But i cant place it- whatever she represents thats what i need i think


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