Dreams about credit, my 4.4 40 yd dash time, a waitress, & the value of events
Some dreams I had in the last couple of days, in the order I had them, from had longest ago to had most recently:
1 There was a web page with three links in it. The third or so link is the one that I remember. It was a link to a CGI page at the World Economic Forum in Davos Switzerland. By following the link I would be able to get myself a World Economic Forum Credit Card.
When I awoke I was thinking of how liberals, democrats, leftists, socialists, communists, and so forth, sometimes tend to ostracize anyone who even communicates with elements of the economic right, such as the wealthy stockholders and the high paid executives. To them I feel like saying: there should be a place in society for those who teach the relatively wealthy high income people about ethics and about attaining the spirit and knowing God and flying higher closer to God.
2 In a dream I was having a discussion with someone about how fast I could run the 40 yard dash.
In real conscious waking life I had extrapolated the speed I would eventually be able to run the 40 yd dash to 4.5 to 4.6 seconds. This was based on me being able to run in flat-soled sneakers on a concrete asphalt type road, the 40 in 5.25 seconds, from a standing start, without starting blocks, without being trained in the arts of sprinting and training-for-sprinting, and without being in shape.
So in the dream I told the man I was having a discussion with about how my sprinting speed extrapolated to 4.4 secs for the 40 yd dash, whereas actually it had in my mind in the dream extrapolated to 4.5 seconds; in the dream for dramatic effect I fudged things by 0.1 second. 4.4 seconds is the time that to the best of my knowledge and aside from exaggeration made by coaches etc., is the actual world record for the 40 yard dash. But a 4.4 seconds speed for the 40 yard dash was not fast enough for this guy I was having the discussion with. I could not see the guy I was talking to.
I do not remember ths man's face, except that I had the feeling he was a bright white american middle-aged caucasian who was big aggressive and energetic. He had a loud deep aggressive voice. He wanted speeds of 4.3 seconds or faster in the 40.
3 I was in the Putnam St area near Central Sq Cambridge. There was a restaurant on the corner there. It was a warm summer pleasant day. The waitress in the restaurant was a prettty white female with shoulder length wavy yellow hair who wore a white long sleeved blouse and skin tight shorts made out of blue jeans. These shorts were tight and were short, they were hot pants, they did not reach lengthwise halfway to her knee. She was somewhat stocky, shapely, wide-hiooed, muscular, not fat, average height. She was busty but her blouse was loose. Her face had that sort of washed out look when the skin color and the eyebrows and the lips are all almost the same color, but she was not unhealthy looking and she was pretty. She was just a north european type not wearing makeup.
This waitress reminded me of LW from my real waking life. LW is, if you like pretty women who are very busty and muscular yet shapely, a goddess. LW blurted out to me that "she does". Once when LW saw me as she walked by my she became extremely excited this was verry obvious from the expressions on her face. I havent seen LW recently she works at a supermarket. Last I saw her she was briskly walking somewhere with HL HL is, if you like tallish (but not taller than the average man) women who are pretty busty muscular yet shapely another goddess. In real life she's been blurting out things like "I do" and "I f___" to me when she sees me also. This kind of popularity has produced in me a kind of paralysis of confusion. Seems whatever I do in my social life, there will be someone to condemn me as economically foolish, or unethical, or, in violation of monogamy laws, or, unspiritual.
Lately out of all the women who have expressed interest in me, I, in my confusion produced paralysis, have been thinking and dreaming about the ones who are my height or shorter. Seems the ones who are my height or shorter than me are for me as a general rule naturally easy to get emotional and loving about, whereas for me emotion and love does not come naturally for women taller than me. It is a pleasant feeling, to have that loving feeling inside of oneself. My culture has taught me, that having loving feelings for people is good. I think of it as a wise move to be a loving person. I am five feet ten inches tall and I find women who are between about five feet seven and about five ten to be the most loveable. .
Before I encountered these women shorter than me, I encountered women taller than me, who eventually expressed to me or suposedly to some third party some interest in me, and I had dreams about them. But now in my waking mind these women who are taller than me fade into the background as new women who have an interest in me who are my height and shorter take center stage. Does this mean the taller women have to be eliminated from my social or family life, because of the new loveable ones who are my height or shorter than me? Surely there will be someone to condemn me for not simply eliminating them from my life, as opposed to relegating them to a background. Or someone will come along to complain that I have some obligation to the "giant" women I encountered earlier in life who dragged their feet with me, and therefore am obligated to get rid of the new women who are not taller than me. Seems people don't see the importance of me, being around people I have genuine emotions for. I figure that the important thing, is having genuine loving emotions for other people, as opposed to faking it. I think aside from the love of God such is the second most important virtue. I figure, better to be accomplished in the art of the second most important virtue, and to mess up relatively minor ways, than to excel in minor stuff and mess up in the area of such an important virtues as the second most important virtue, the love of someone else (better yet the love of several someone elses). But there is nobody there to say, yeah, you are right, you might be messing up in some ways but at least you are being loving, as opposed to not being loving, and doing the minor stuff right.
Whatever the outcome, why am I guilty for expressing to these earlier tall women some dreams I had about them? Eventually they did develop an interest in me. And all I did was say what dreams I had. I never said to them that I was, before knowing them, committed to marrying them, or marrying them and them alone. I do'nt see that I am obligated to marry these tall women, I see marrying them as optional. They have been it seems sort of dragging their feet about communicating and socializing with me.
Anyway in the dream I did not say anything to this waitress as I ate my meal. Later as I was driving around in a car with someone who was similar to myself, I was discussing this waitress at this restaurant. There was this idea that I had erred in not talking up this waitress when I had the meal and she was serving it, because now contacting her had become problematical. My idea was that I didnt want to rush it. I was saying that since I knew the manager of the restaurant, and he was on good terms with me, I would still be able to meet the waitress later if I felt like it. Off in the distance I could see the manager of the restaurant smiling at me; in the dream he was a friend; he was about ten yards away, yet his face seemed big, he was a white guy with a mustache. He was this internet news site operator who exists in real life and is named Joseph Farah. When I woke up I was thinking of how in real life I've noticed that Farah seems have some things in common with me, but seems to ignore important news, and seems to produce editorial opinions that I disagree with.
4 There were these events, that when divided by one, produced a positive value. I could see an icon representing an event, and beneath it a line representing division in math, and beneath that dividor line the number one; each event was represented as a fraction. All of these events had a positive value. Added together they had even more positive value. One of these icons representing an event, represented me and a topless white extremely busty (very wide long and protrusive breasts) woman in a house or apartment. I could not see the woman's face I saw the scene through a window. This event was represented by an icon,; as a fraction this event was represented as the icon, then the dividor line, and then the number one. There were several other events represented as fractions like this but the event with the busty women is the only event I can remember now.
1 There was a web page with three links in it. The third or so link is the one that I remember. It was a link to a CGI page at the World Economic Forum in Davos Switzerland. By following the link I would be able to get myself a World Economic Forum Credit Card.
When I awoke I was thinking of how liberals, democrats, leftists, socialists, communists, and so forth, sometimes tend to ostracize anyone who even communicates with elements of the economic right, such as the wealthy stockholders and the high paid executives. To them I feel like saying: there should be a place in society for those who teach the relatively wealthy high income people about ethics and about attaining the spirit and knowing God and flying higher closer to God.
2 In a dream I was having a discussion with someone about how fast I could run the 40 yard dash.
In real conscious waking life I had extrapolated the speed I would eventually be able to run the 40 yd dash to 4.5 to 4.6 seconds. This was based on me being able to run in flat-soled sneakers on a concrete asphalt type road, the 40 in 5.25 seconds, from a standing start, without starting blocks, without being trained in the arts of sprinting and training-for-sprinting, and without being in shape.
So in the dream I told the man I was having a discussion with about how my sprinting speed extrapolated to 4.4 secs for the 40 yd dash, whereas actually it had in my mind in the dream extrapolated to 4.5 seconds; in the dream for dramatic effect I fudged things by 0.1 second. 4.4 seconds is the time that to the best of my knowledge and aside from exaggeration made by coaches etc., is the actual world record for the 40 yard dash. But a 4.4 seconds speed for the 40 yard dash was not fast enough for this guy I was having the discussion with. I could not see the guy I was talking to.
I do not remember ths man's face, except that I had the feeling he was a bright white american middle-aged caucasian who was big aggressive and energetic. He had a loud deep aggressive voice. He wanted speeds of 4.3 seconds or faster in the 40.
3 I was in the Putnam St area near Central Sq Cambridge. There was a restaurant on the corner there. It was a warm summer pleasant day. The waitress in the restaurant was a prettty white female with shoulder length wavy yellow hair who wore a white long sleeved blouse and skin tight shorts made out of blue jeans. These shorts were tight and were short, they were hot pants, they did not reach lengthwise halfway to her knee. She was somewhat stocky, shapely, wide-hiooed, muscular, not fat, average height. She was busty but her blouse was loose. Her face had that sort of washed out look when the skin color and the eyebrows and the lips are all almost the same color, but she was not unhealthy looking and she was pretty. She was just a north european type not wearing makeup.
This waitress reminded me of LW from my real waking life. LW is, if you like pretty women who are very busty and muscular yet shapely, a goddess. LW blurted out to me that "she does". Once when LW saw me as she walked by my she became extremely excited this was verry obvious from the expressions on her face. I havent seen LW recently she works at a supermarket. Last I saw her she was briskly walking somewhere with HL HL is, if you like tallish (but not taller than the average man) women who are pretty busty muscular yet shapely another goddess. In real life she's been blurting out things like "I do" and "I f___" to me when she sees me also. This kind of popularity has produced in me a kind of paralysis of confusion. Seems whatever I do in my social life, there will be someone to condemn me as economically foolish, or unethical, or, in violation of monogamy laws, or, unspiritual.
Lately out of all the women who have expressed interest in me, I, in my confusion produced paralysis, have been thinking and dreaming about the ones who are my height or shorter. Seems the ones who are my height or shorter than me are for me as a general rule naturally easy to get emotional and loving about, whereas for me emotion and love does not come naturally for women taller than me. It is a pleasant feeling, to have that loving feeling inside of oneself. My culture has taught me, that having loving feelings for people is good. I think of it as a wise move to be a loving person. I am five feet ten inches tall and I find women who are between about five feet seven and about five ten to be the most loveable. .
Before I encountered these women shorter than me, I encountered women taller than me, who eventually expressed to me or suposedly to some third party some interest in me, and I had dreams about them. But now in my waking mind these women who are taller than me fade into the background as new women who have an interest in me who are my height and shorter take center stage. Does this mean the taller women have to be eliminated from my social or family life, because of the new loveable ones who are my height or shorter than me? Surely there will be someone to condemn me for not simply eliminating them from my life, as opposed to relegating them to a background. Or someone will come along to complain that I have some obligation to the "giant" women I encountered earlier in life who dragged their feet with me, and therefore am obligated to get rid of the new women who are not taller than me. Seems people don't see the importance of me, being around people I have genuine emotions for. I figure that the important thing, is having genuine loving emotions for other people, as opposed to faking it. I think aside from the love of God such is the second most important virtue. I figure, better to be accomplished in the art of the second most important virtue, and to mess up relatively minor ways, than to excel in minor stuff and mess up in the area of such an important virtues as the second most important virtue, the love of someone else (better yet the love of several someone elses). But there is nobody there to say, yeah, you are right, you might be messing up in some ways but at least you are being loving, as opposed to not being loving, and doing the minor stuff right.
Whatever the outcome, why am I guilty for expressing to these earlier tall women some dreams I had about them? Eventually they did develop an interest in me. And all I did was say what dreams I had. I never said to them that I was, before knowing them, committed to marrying them, or marrying them and them alone. I do'nt see that I am obligated to marry these tall women, I see marrying them as optional. They have been it seems sort of dragging their feet about communicating and socializing with me.
Anyway in the dream I did not say anything to this waitress as I ate my meal. Later as I was driving around in a car with someone who was similar to myself, I was discussing this waitress at this restaurant. There was this idea that I had erred in not talking up this waitress when I had the meal and she was serving it, because now contacting her had become problematical. My idea was that I didnt want to rush it. I was saying that since I knew the manager of the restaurant, and he was on good terms with me, I would still be able to meet the waitress later if I felt like it. Off in the distance I could see the manager of the restaurant smiling at me; in the dream he was a friend; he was about ten yards away, yet his face seemed big, he was a white guy with a mustache. He was this internet news site operator who exists in real life and is named Joseph Farah. When I woke up I was thinking of how in real life I've noticed that Farah seems have some things in common with me, but seems to ignore important news, and seems to produce editorial opinions that I disagree with.
4 There were these events, that when divided by one, produced a positive value. I could see an icon representing an event, and beneath it a line representing division in math, and beneath that dividor line the number one; each event was represented as a fraction. All of these events had a positive value. Added together they had even more positive value. One of these icons representing an event, represented me and a topless white extremely busty (very wide long and protrusive breasts) woman in a house or apartment. I could not see the woman's face I saw the scene through a window. This event was represented by an icon,; as a fraction this event was represented as the icon, then the dividor line, and then the number one. There were several other events represented as fractions like this but the event with the busty women is the only event I can remember now.
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