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We re-arranged the main part of the apartment this weekend with extra thanks to kittyroze and her Sims 2 floor-planning prowess, and it's great. Feels much more spacious and relaxing....almost too relaxing.
I keep thinking that I'm back at my old spot on the other side of the room. I have a window to my right, which totally throws me off as I had a window to my right when I was on the other side of the room.
Any instances where you've felt disoriented/out of place lately?
danaughtycanuck
08-14-07, 03:33AM
Yes, but it was my fault. I got all hopped up on 18 Molson Canadians and was playing NHL 07 for hours on end Friday night. I was a bit dis-oriented by the time I went to bed.
trekbugging
08-14-07, 05:15AM
drunk doesn't count --then bones would be disoriented all the time :)
my wife is like that all the time-- she will ask me if i brought in the milk, diaper bag-whatever --and she was the one who brought it in
thestarsfall
08-14-07, 02:19PM
I got a new bed recently and it has an actual footboard/headboard so i was kinda weirded out and disoriented when i woke up in the middle of the night, stretched, and hit my foot against something...
drunk doesn't count --then bones would be disoriented all the time :)
He's right.
I'm only disoriented when I wake up away from home.
Bassmama
08-14-07, 06:09PM
Disoriented/out of place is normal for me. The only place I feel at ease is at the beach or on my boat- both when I have a fishing rod in my hands.
caufield
08-15-07, 11:48AM
The most disoriented I've ever been: I was at my deli, chopping onions, when I put the knife through my pinky finger. I called Kitty two hours later and asked her to pick up some butterfly band-aids. She said sure. Then she got on a website and asked me a few questions, "How long has it been bleeding?", "Uhh...couple hours...","can you see any tissue, fat, tendons...", "I think I see some fat...", "I'll be right there." We went to the hospital and I spent a good two or three minutes trying to convince Kitty that we had to go up to get to the basement...
The most disoriented I've ever been: I was at my deli, chopping onions, when I put the knife through my pinky finger. ..
I'll tell you the same thing I told Sean. You just don't know how to use a knife.
I should start a school to teach proper use of knives.
thestarsfall
08-15-07, 02:32PM
I'll tell you the same thing I told Sean. You just don't know how to use a knife.
I should start a school to teach proper use of knives.
Yeah....like in the first aid videos they had us watch the person was slicing a bagel and like at the end looked away and deliberately sliced her hand just so we could learn about wrapping palm cuts...haha
My most random knife accident was I dropped on on my foot...
caufield
08-15-07, 03:00PM
ooh...Kitty likes stepping on glass. If there is any amount of glass on the floor, Kitty will find it.
kittyroze
08-15-07, 05:41PM
I don't LIKE it per se. I just have the ability to find it with my feet. All the time.
In the last several years I've stepped on a shard of glass from a lamp that broke in an earthquake, stepped on glass at Coscto, stepped on glass at our house at least 5 or 6 times...
I hate glass cuts.
trekbugging
08-16-07, 10:54AM
i didn't know you could be a glass magnet :eek: :confused:
kittyroze
08-16-07, 05:38PM
I'm just special :winkkiss:
As for being disoriented, it doesn't seem to take much for me. I dreamed that I was in a beach house the other night, but the doors and windows kept moving around, so I couldn't figure out what to baricade to keep the zombies out. Yes, zombies and beach houses = my own special brand of crazy.
thestarsfall
08-16-07, 07:15PM
I think I am losing touch with reality cuz I read books that have the main characters being chased by killers and then when I am finished reading for the night I check my room and think about how to get away from the killer...
I'll tell you the same thing I told Sean. You just don't know how to use a knife.
I should start a school to teach proper use of knives.
I just haven't had much (read:any) experience with them. i sliced my finger the other week though...it's better now...
anyway...
last night i was drifting off to sleep here at camp and i thought for a moment that i was back atmy parents house in sarnia :confused:
thestarsfall
08-17-07, 02:30PM
Or how about that time that you kissed the pillow thinking it was me....
silly Seany
Last night I had a dream that I was getting dressed and running late for work. For some reason it was kinda in the future, it was nighttime or early morning, and we were in this crazy sort of cyberpunkish version of my neighborhood.
The buses ran on rails and had neon moving advertisements on the side, the buildings were metal and kinda grimy, and there were helicopters and hovercrafts flying around in addition to street traffic. Orders were being barked from megaphones strapped to poles, and there were cameras everywhere. I walked for a few blocks past all kinds of bizarre, unsavory characters - some mutated homeless, some burnt-out drug addicts, tech-heads gone insane from too much exposure to the digital world...and somehow the narrative inside my dream pointed all of this out to me, like I knew what it was. I came to a streetcorner near our place and there was a protest/concert/graffiti installation going on. Someone had managed to bring down one of the patrol choppers and everyone was warming themselves next to the fiery wreckage.
The LAPD was starting to show up, and they were all dressed in SWAT uniforms, which were apparently the standard. I remember getting on the bus and there being a large flatscreen mounted on a building, broadcasting Bush's face as he gave a speech. In the midst of the police crackdown, someone heaved a molotov cocktail and nailed him square in the forehead, and the screen started to melt and his voice became all distorted and creepy. Then the bus sped off as some of the protesters leapt onto the bus and hung on to the outside. At least I had an explanation for why I was late. I woke up, thinking "OH fuck, I've got to call my boss and tell her what happened, and fill out an absence slip."
My dreams are screwed up.
Unforgiven
08-18-07, 07:42AM
Or how about that time that you kissed the pillow thinking it was me....
He dreamt he was eating a marshmallow...
Last night I had a dream that I was getting dressed and running late for work. For some reason it was kinda in the future, it was nighttime or early morning, and we were in this crazy sort of cyberpunkish version of my neighborhood.
The buses ran on rails and had neon moving advertisements on the side, the buildings were metal and kinda grimy, and there were helicopters and hovercrafts flying around in addition to street traffic. Orders were being barked from megaphones strapped to poles, and there were cameras everywhere. I walked for a few blocks past all kinds of bizarre, unsavory characters - some mutated homeless, some burnt-out drug addicts, tech-heads gone insane from too much exposure to the digital world...and somehow the narrative inside my dream pointed all of this out to me, like I knew what it was. I came to a streetcorner near our place and there was a protest/concert/graffiti installation going on. Someone had managed to bring down one of the patrol choppers and everyone was warming themselves next to the fiery wreckage.
The LAPD was starting to show up, and they were all dressed in SWAT uniforms, which were apparently the standard. I remember getting on the bus and there being a large flatscreen mounted on a building, broadcasting Bush's face as he gave a speech. In the midst of the police crackdown, someone heaved a molotov cocktail and nailed him square in the forehead, and the screen started to melt and his voice became all distorted and creepy. Then the bus sped off as some of the protesters leapt onto the bus and hung on to the outside. At least I had an explanation for why I was late. I woke up, thinking "OH fuck, I've got to call my boss and tell her what happened, and fill out an absence slip."
My dreams are screwed up.
Wow! that's one heck of a dream!
He dreamt he was eating a marshmallow...
lolfatty Sean :love:
Wow! that's one heck of a dream!
Yeah, I alternate between really loving and really hating my dreams. In a few more posts, I'll post about the one that I had Thursday night where roving gangs were raiding my parents' farmland in Texas because I killed this guy's brother the last time that they tried to invade.
Unforgiven
08-18-07, 08:14AM
In a few more posts, I'll post about the one that I had Thursday night where roving gangs were raiding my parents' farmland in Texas because I killed this guy's brother the last time that they tried to invade.
Sounds like modern-day Texas to me.
;)
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