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When i go to sleep theres knives being stuck in mybody when i wakeup they are gone |
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sleep paralysis but how about i made it in high school |
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classmate of mine at the opening. other voice is me |
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modplug. my first tracker era :D |
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mr. burke mr. burke was an english teacher that i actually only ever met once, while interviewing for the school i eventually went to. he had a very articulated hmmmm. word has it, if he wrote "hm" with just one m, you were in for some bad news. if it was "hmm" you merely did alright. but if there were lots of mm's -- hmmmmmm! -- you did something right. he also liked to play the tin whistle, and talk about playing the tin whistle some classmates were over at my place and i was about a year or two into making music and i just record one guy saying stupid shit as mr. burke and immediately started making it into a track guy actually died a couple months ago, but in this, his voice hadn't even changed, yet. weirdola |
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also you shouldn't b watching the guy make knives out of anyfing videotub before bed |
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feels weird listening to my super-old shit. i feel like i had a natural sense of how a song should be structured, tension and release, whatever, but rhythm and groove was something that took many years in college, shortly after i first tried weed, i had a song in my head and it was driving me batshit because i couldn't get the feel right. then i was all "1/16 T" hey what's what and turns out it was what i wanted, triplets, i had a triplet riddim in my hed but i didn't yet know what da fuk they were. this was two or three years after the burke track i'm hijacking ur theredz sry. this last one is better sleeps |
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Dude has knives and all you talk about is your old tracking songs. |
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lol |
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I have had long periods of it too. I never imagine knives though and eventually started to be in control of it by guiding myself to sleep. |
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stop sleeping in the cutlery draw, seriously though doesn't sound nice |
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i had my ipad by my bed wrote the OP at 2:30am straight after it happened |
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it made me think of that bit with the voodoo doll in temple of doom |
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Dude has knives and all you talk about is your old tracking songs. statement is completely inaccurate; "mr. burke gets funky" was made in acid 2.0 and FL3 |
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if you look at your hand there are clear lines and sections, what if you took a bandsaw and sliced off the inner three finger section? then the next one, covering the index finger? i don't really understand why, but it's been a recurring idea in my head since elementary school hashtag: #wtfbrain |
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Get a chain mail onesie. |
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Kevlar undies |
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Hamas massreya |
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:D Ti ricordi le mie sul divano alla Anne Frank? |
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reminds me of Mo! |
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I snapped awake last night at 4am after a hyper realistic dream where we were coming back from somewhere and a basketball I was carrying bounced down the basement stairs and I followed it down and it rolled down a passageway and I just KNEW there were Dead Things waiting in there. I have a lot of dreams that start out innocent then out of nowhere there's a Ghost or other Dead Things. |
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Then there are the 100% terrifying ones. Do you guys ever have dreams about a huge house like a 3d maze that's partly open to the outside, there are plank bridges set across open spaces, and you're trying to avoid the Haunted parts but they find you anyways? putting myself in a waking liminal state here |
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i do regularly have dreams with house layouts. i'm in the place i live or somewhere i used do and i find a closet door and it's a tunnel to the neighbor's house or another dream entirely i remember once somehow i wound up where i was living in 2012 through a tunnel. i apologize to the homeowner for showing up through a dream tunnel (i think) after exploring the house, which now has a completely different layout. i go outside and instead of houses it's just wide-open green fields. in retrospect, i'm not sure why my brain was so sure it was the same house. likely answer is it just generated the house based on models and textures from the 2012 house then i wander over across the street and down a house and it's the place i lived in 2010. it was a duplex and i only got to see the inside of the other half once, so of course i go in and have a look. the layout, again, did not quite match reality it's not like every night or anything, but i get at least a couple a year, and sometimes large batches of them during certain stretches it means something, probably. |
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late 00's i went through a stretch where i was having repeated, constant dreams about large concrete structures. like, i'm in a warehouse, massive, like i'm an ant. the floor is concrete, but not flat -- there are slopes and hills and everything. or, i'm wandering in between dream segments. i'm outdoors, but the ground is all concrete. there are abstract shapes made of concrete planted regularly, spheres and such. then i get to a mall or, i'm in the freezing ocean and there is a giant spire of ice rising out of the ocean. i'm floating towards it. i realize there are lots of other people floating towards it to. when they reach it, they get absorbed into the ice. i realize the spire is gradually growing higher and the absorbed frozen people are all on a very slow ice elevator to the heavens. when i get to the spire, i am not afraid. i calmly just let it happen... but then i freak out. sort of like you'd freak out during an episode of sleep paralysis, that sort of panic and rush to squirm and escape. i fall back into the ocean. i try again to merge with the spire, but i cannot. so i swim to shore. it's a rocky, but green ocean landscape, and there are ruined old bits of ancient greek architecture; pillars and columns and such |
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oh yes i did an album about my concrete dreams years later (sorry umbroman) |
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a couple months ago i had this dream where my dad committed suicide by taking a lot of asprin or such and i woke up and i was absolutely devastated -- why dad, why did you do that after a minute or two i remember he'd actually of cancer, parkinsons, and then more cancer... two years ago. but, for a bit, it seemed absolutely real |
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