tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2504918818580272652024-03-05T00:04:07.176-05:00A Decade Under the WinfluenceButcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-43026061461686750192012-03-18T11:46:00.000-04:002012-03-18T11:46:46.324-04:00Sunsettage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDJg2SgQFuRH8Ji794hfHI4MGqJNj6MIeKXSNjY6O5FCAVORHIUyl5q1oJtpWWDZoKvXsGI88YH8gePBmNDHUts8SVC7f-BnPzKV-feGcDvftUfA4_vqZvZTnEDEFLWBPyt-74B7WLEM/s1600/P1000477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDJg2SgQFuRH8Ji794hfHI4MGqJNj6MIeKXSNjY6O5FCAVORHIUyl5q1oJtpWWDZoKvXsGI88YH8gePBmNDHUts8SVC7f-BnPzKV-feGcDvftUfA4_vqZvZTnEDEFLWBPyt-74B7WLEM/s320/P1000477.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hpZMXmqOObY1pcPV6XC2tmyCxkyZ8eYPz2XZdmkymZjQ_h8Wp9PEHIi8U1mG8aqnWcMEIFSfA9top2y27smc2YuDav3PKqcPbnc4h-ajuK5kzaH99ZyOIETPSrp_4ZU-sEXAcLwqnOQ/s1600/P1000354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hpZMXmqOObY1pcPV6XC2tmyCxkyZ8eYPz2XZdmkymZjQ_h8Wp9PEHIi8U1mG8aqnWcMEIFSfA9top2y27smc2YuDav3PKqcPbnc4h-ajuK5kzaH99ZyOIETPSrp_4ZU-sEXAcLwqnOQ/s320/P1000354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I got a job so the dream writing kind of stopped... Here's some pictures though.Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-80370639403431341492011-05-29T14:47:00.001-04:002011-05-29T14:49:46.768-04:00Broken Dream Phone Just throwing out a quick short dream from last night because it was comical. I was driving and my brother was with me. I came to a toll booth and I was kind of angry because that means I accidentally went on the turn pike. Without being hesitant at all I quickly pulled up to the toll booth worker, my brother paid and I immediately accelerated unrealistically not hitting the barrier that they lifted so promptly. <br />
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After we passed through, I noticed it was a neighborhood with a party occurring. We both got out of the car. I saw lots of alcohol just laying around. I handed my brother a couple of bottles then told him to name any brand of liquor and I would retrieve it for him. After I started looking I received a phone call and it was my friend calling. I kept hitting "send" trying to answer the call but it wouldn't work. <br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> This dream isn't as long and detailed as my next dream but it happened before it during the same night. I just ran this through my mind and kept trying to remember the key points. I had to piss and there was no way I was about to record it. When I came back I just went back to sleep since it wasn't that long. <br />
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Anyways, this is what I remember. I was in a parking lot with two cars. One was mine, the other was my either my uncles or my cousins. Now, I remember some weird tidbit where I was giving someone three grand to go get me a car. This was the car they got for me I suppose. Not much really made sense, it was a whole bunch of randomness. <br />
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My uncle and I were running around between the cars weird things. He was grabbing his key from his mustang and like doing something to the fill cap for my gas tank. For some extremely odd reason, there was a big gang of bees just chilling there. Fireworks were set off in the back of the mustang, my uncle was mad at my cousin because it appeared to be his doings. <br />
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We started walking around this house that was located directly in front of the parking lot. At one end of it there was a crack in the ground or a manhole or something to where we could see down in the house/ground, whichever. I can't remember anything in particular, just the color aqua glowing very brightly. There may have been water down there. After looking down there, I woke up. <br />
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The picture is to give you a rough idea of what I saw at the end. My apologies for the lack of posts.<br />
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</tbody></table> This has nothing to do with dreaming or my blog but, I was cleaning and rearranging my room with a few friends helping and I found the most entertaining thing that could be in one's closet, a strobe light. It was rather fun.Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-48587487640446982022011-04-07T20:28:00.000-04:002011-04-07T20:28:37.512-04:00Hunting in the Future<span style="font-family: inherit;"> This dream wasn't the best of dreams I've had, didn't have a lot of detail either. Just throwing one up since I haven't made a post in a while. I have more dreams recorded though, I'll keep them coming as much as I can.<br />
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I remember being in what seems to be a mall. Something catastrophic is happening to where everyone is basically starting over. Not many people are around. Our current technology is relatively advanced so it seems. I remember seeing these cars on display, I go up to them and check them out. Next to the cars there is a white suit, it kind of looks like a suit from halo. I think I pick it up or put it on but I don't remember it in the rest of the dream. Then, I remember being in some type of vehicle and I'm talking to some people that are there with me. They're asking me about hunting and if I hunted in either Wisconsin or like... Indiana or something. Mentions two different types of black birds. Not sure if the hunting conversation was completely random or perhaps had something to do with survival.</span>Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-32393864398181207362011-03-24T21:38:00.001-04:002011-03-25T02:36:13.892-04:00Meh.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCYqx6JJGIkHvQ3tmVqHMaxtbWy8hN8NVB8ZNqZdbbyjEaSyQkvuWNSyGZbyglnMaMB35mFbgiVawQw8IcWMCsm9SbUVEsG9AwuxASk2N8Th0Zw85Hbs5R4Vg5tc__jjkfSGPMRDwsb0/s320/bedd.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> My face when I can't remember my dreams^<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">( I drew this xD )</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table> I've been trying to record and remember my dreams but I keep waking up with other things on my mind. So, I quickly forget the small bits that remain. I need to get my hands on a little pocket recorder. At least I remember having dreams every night, I just don't retain enough concrete details afterward to piece it together. I might try some melatonin tonight. Nevertheless, dreams are on the way.Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com93tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-13605793419104995342011-03-15T14:55:00.001-04:002011-03-21T18:08:38.959-04:00DreamingI'm contemplating posting my dreams daily or at least the vivid ones as often as they come. When I start to record them, I remember them more often and remember more details. Sometimes they are very interesting. We'll see how this goes.Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250491881858027265.post-62504919142583893822011-03-03T03:23:00.000-05:002011-03-03T03:23:21.503-05:00Today. Better yet... Tonight.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'm beginning to feel more and more like a vampire as the day goes on. It's not that I don't like daylight, I just never see it. If it really matters to be awake during the day, I can do it. Now for the hard part... <b>Coffee</b> or <b>tea</b>?</span>Butcher Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09275740269096773685noreply@blogger.com20