blather_related_dreams Ptolemy DCLVIII I dreamt of blather last night. Actually I dreamt of the Newdream HQ. I met Sage, whom invited me to ask him questions. My questions were to long-winded for him, however, and he started trying to avoid me. But then Dallas befriended me for several minutes, before we left. I stepped out into the street and was promptly shot with a handgun, by Dallas. It was pleasant, and I recovered within several seconds. However, I did not want to talk to them anymore, so I went to the corner of 6th and Gapro, where I entered Cafe_Blather and listened to the baristas talk nonsense for several hours. It was pleasant, and I recovered within several seconds. I awoke in_a cold sweat. 060314 ... not The Blatherskite Dreaming of Newdream Network after only 2 months at Blather? How extraordinary. 060314 ... nom phil had a tv show 060314 ... emmi i had a dream about ClairE...i don't want to scare her though if she ever reads this, so i won't go into it. 060314 ... Commentatur What is so extrordinary about Ptol's dearm? Ive often have related dreams after have new experiences. 060315 ... not The Blatherskite Just admit it andru XXII. You dream about the blather_gods not because this is all new to you, but because you have been here for years. 060316 ... Ptolemy DCLVIII For ages, for almost a decade. 060316 ... pSyche I was in a building, quite similar to a very very large high school, and all the other skites were there. We had to find a way out, but the entire place was a maze. Some of the rooms in this building were black, with bright TV screens, and if you went in you died. Some were long hallways, with people(maybe?) in them. Some were empty, white spaces that hurt your eyes. All of them seemed dangerous, and very few were the right path. Finally, a few of us reached an ampitheater/auditorium. There was a big blue stone funnel coming out of the ceiling... I took a trumpet off the seats that looked similar to this funnel, and blew on it- only the sound came out of that funnel. A big blue and black dragon then appeared, and asked me a question/asked me to solve a puzzle. So I went off to find an answer. I met a man(?) and he looked at me and said 57. he was kind of creepy, so I kept on. I came into a room and there was an endless lane of counters. For some reason, I went to counter 57, and the woman behind the counter said" you must stop blathering. I don't understand a word you are saying!"That's when I woke up. hmm. 060317 ... in a silent way practically every night for the past month. sometimes i'm blathing or reading (blathe titles have included "smack me upside the head" and "these dreams take all my time"). sometimes a skite is a main character in the dream. it's been years since blather has wormed its way into my subconscious with this kind of consistency. 130113 ... () () 130114 what's it to you? who go blather from