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Name: daphne
Birthday: 3/27/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: books, pb and j sandwiches, purses, meditation, trampolines, camp pike, hiking, yoga, going to shows, gourmet coffee, art art art art, coloring books, the cronicles of narnia, harry potter, art therapy, blue jeans, keeping in touch with old friends, having pinics in the park, big ass sunglasses, my ranch, tickle fights, ftln, climbing trees, chic fil a, summitting 14ers, black nail polish, colorado sunrises, texas sunsets, colorado sunsets, theme parties, clouds, unique beauty, drives in the country, kissing, jump rope, old pictures of people I love,
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Member Since:
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| I my dream, I am back at my parents house, getting ready to visit my aunt jean beall with my family. We ate doughnuts twice in one week, and Jeremiah was visiting us. I said "what, you don't like our family's way of eating?" and he said he did not. I took the doughnuts to my aunt's house. She had a smaller house outside the front of her main house that was full of doughnuts. Someone tried to steal something from Brandon, and the whole time I was trying to grow out Hayley's head hair (Hayley the dog) and then one of Lauren's friends (I can't remember who) shaved it off! and I was livid, and no one understood why. | | |
| I am reading one of Carl Jung's memoirs books and he is discussing his early years in psychiatry, how he succeeded with his patients by hearing their stories. He worked in a psych ward, so he saw the most severe cases, and he always would ask what drove them crazy. It was most often stories about lost love.
Three stories:
1. woman put in ward for murdering her daughter. Her story was that she was in love with a man when she was young, then when he rejected her, she married someone else. One day her friend told her that her young love was surprised and saddened at the news of her marriage. She became utterly depressed, and her daughter died of typhoid bc she sucked on a sponge in the bathtub when her mother wasn't looking because she was so upset.
2. Woman is so in love with her best friend's husband, that she poisons her in order to marry him. Her best friend dies, then she and the widower get married. He dies shortly after that, and then all of her animals start dying, leaving her enveloped in lonliness.
3. catatonic patient is rejected by her love who is a cobbler and goes bonkers.
Now, what is the constant in these three stories?
All patients are suffering from love lost. They say Johnny Cash died 4 months after his wife June of being lovesick. He couldn't go on without her. Why do people long for this emotion so much? I know how good it feels, and I know we feel complete when we've found our "other half" but why do we risk everything for it? What makes us go nuts if we've lost it? No other creature is like that. No other creature lives it's life, works day in and day out to provide for it's love. Now I know there are a lot of things that humans do that no one else does, but love, the desire for it, the pain when it's lost is a very natural thing, much moreso than a lot of what we humans do.
So I just want to know why we make it the most important thing? What chemical in our brains makes romantic love the thing that makes so many people tick?
Is it really just hormonal? instinctual? sexual? I don't think so. I'm sure those aspects contribute, but there has got to be something more to the equation. If it was just hormonal, sexual, then we would try to create families, and such strong emotional ties to one another. We would fuck and get out, and be fine with it, which I know a lot of us do, but I'm not talking about the people you meet at the bar who you go home with because you're sexually attracted to, I'm talking about that person you met years ago, felt sexually attracted to, then got to know them, fell in love with them, and miss them so deeply now that they're gone that it takes months to shake, years, lifetimes for some people.
How does it destroy people's lives?! | | |
| It began with Jack and I watching an episode of Full House but it was a "new" one. All the characters were their age now, focusing on the Olsen twins. (because they're my favorite)
It then switched over to Lauren and I, walking up a dirt road to the Tanner's house on Full House. However, it wasn't the real Full House, it was this house out in the middle of nowhere and they were adding onto it. It was really a crappy house. The addition and everything. As we were walking, I asked her if she recognized the place. She said no, and I hinted that we were in San Francisco. We went up to the house, there was a lot of hustle and bustle, like they were expecting us, but weren't ready. We went into the house through the garage, guided by a teenage Stephanie Tanner. She gave us a small tour of the totally different Tanner house, where I said nothing because I was too star-struck. We went to the kitchen, and she explained to us they all lived in that house and people came to visit them, and they entertained them. I'm assuming that they just stayed in character when fans came by. She showed us where and what we could eat, and the tv remote and said she was busy, and had to go, but to make ourselves at home. We went to the living room, where a preteen Michelle was sitting. She beckoned us into the dark, small living room, and we sat down. Just then some tall guy named Dale walked in with the twins. They were NOT the same moppy-haired twins that were on the show. He had a rolled up paper, and called everyone into the living room. Rebecca and everyone else came in, and she unrolled the banner. It said something about loving the family, and going to Disney World. The other half was like an interactive thing including coloring and games to play. Rebecca smooched Dale to thank him and I was like WHAAAT is going on!?!?! She explained that Jesse and she had divorced (but both still lived at the house) and she remarried Dale, who is like the boy's new daddy (BUT BOTH STILL LIVE AT THE HOUSE)
Then a Tall Dark stranger on the phone was lurking outside the front door and talking on his cell phone. The Tanners ushered us out quickly.
As Lauren and I walked down the road, Christy Monnette (friend from high school) walked with us, and we lamented about the Jesse-Rebecca divorce. "I always thought they'd make it if anyone." "Its just so sad, I don't know if I believe in love anymore." We would say.
I obviously felt like the Tanners were real when I was little, and something about fairytales and the loss of innocence. Thats what I think this dream was about, but I need to analyze it before I say that. | | |
| I was in the Bonnie and Clyde movie. I wasn't Bonnie, but I was part of her gang. So was Jack, Lauren and my dad, and we were taking care of a baby. I don't know where it came from, if we stole it, or it was mine or what, but we had one. We weren't just robbing banks. We were robbing homes too. It was in the time period. There were a lot of car chases, and narrow escapes. We were at a relative's house on my dad's side, and robbing it behind their backs, in front of them. (you know?) I was taking some dresses out of one of the closets when an old man who I was apparently related came in and started talking to me. They were all such nice people! Lauren decided to stay with them for a week, and help them out. She was giving up on us! She didn't want to run anymore! So we left her.
As we were driving away, and I waved goodbye, I felt so sad knowing that soon, our group was about to die. She didn't know about this bc she hadn't seen the movie (this is really what I'm thinking at this point) It was saddening knowing that we wouldn't see eachother again.
We got to this small valley, surrounded by very rich people. My dad wanted to rob them, but they were all home so we decided to camp and wait. They found out who we were before we could carry out our plan, and ambushed us, but we got away
and thats all I remember.
What a wild ride. | | |
| The dream was set in a tiny school, beautiful, very earthy place. Everything was outside, and it seemed to be a mixture of McMurry, my community colleges now, and Naropa.
It opened with me walking down one of the outside walkways of this small school. I was on the phone with George Fowler. We were talking about our relationship, and it was like Brandon and I had just started dating bc I was explaining to him about Brandon, and how I wanted to remain friends. I then spotted David Boger, and George said "well I want to call you tomorrow morning, is that okay?" Without an answer I hung up the phone and threw my arms around ex-boyfriend, David. He was with Ryne and a group of other people who were in youth with me in high school. We stepped down into this half-way underground concrete rectangular area that was next to the walkway. David said that they were there recruiting for Kansas State. I thought that odd bc they were at another college. After catching up with David, I turned to say hello to the other people from youth and just remember looking at them and not even wanting to say hi, realizing that they weren't very close of friends after all. I mean if you can't greet an old friend after years of being apart, then what kind of friend were they? I can't remember any of their names or faces, but I know they were youth friends.
So I said goodbye to them, and went on to class. I had to walk down a rock country road, like the one at my ranch house in order to get to my next class, and I was walking with George and his dogs. We were both barefoot, but the sharp rocks did not bother our feet, it was like we did that every day. I do not remember specifics of the trip, only that we were friends, and perhaps flirting a little.
The classroom was outside, and the front was a small stage, kind of rugged, with old curtains. Where the students sit was a patch of brilliant green grass, and the students sat on blankets or right on the grass. The back of the classroom was a starbucks, where I worked with Scott Horton, who was also in the class. When Mrs. Hammond called role, I called out from the back that Scott and I were at work.
The dream ended with me being on the phone with Brandon, but I don't remember details of the conversation. | | |
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