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2003-07-10 - 7:39 a.m.
You Thought They Were Garbled Before 07-10-03 @ 7:39 am EDT WELL...apparently Grandma is now with my aunt again, out of city. There is an apartment opening, but it's not until the end of the month and so I'm hoping she can stay with my aunt until then. Frankly I believe that she and George should have been living together for a long time, but Ma told me George himself has to move out soon as the trailer park (???) he lived in has been sold. That's unfortunate. :( George is a nice guy. A little cloying, but nice. I hope he too can find a nice place not too far from her, at least. Part of me thinks she'd be better off living out of city where Rocky can't find her as easily but then again that might be a hardship for her, considering she needs medical attention and probably has doctors and stores she needs to visit here. I can't even imagine what I will be like when I'm old. I can't even imagine myself a year from now, that's how foreshortened my future is. There is still no update on Rocky. Anyway, I wanted to try the Babelfish thing on a few of my more interesting dreams. I KNOW!! If it bores you, then read something else...like a story or something. I have like...a bazillion of those...ugh. Let's try...oh..."Helicopter Man & The Laughing Rod Serling." Not a well-remembered one, but this is already probably the most garbled dream I have set down; how much more garbled can it get? Original dream: 08/16/96: 18 Dreams Translation (English-French; French-German; German-English): Helicopter man and the laughing trunk Serling If they were not the same dream, this could have shifted then outside of "silvered statues." I observed or belonged from somewhat on TV her was as Toons tiny. The duck and the courageous pig of Hampton went over into this studio, and they wanted to become famous or somewhat. It is as, which produced itself yesterday in the true life. I observed an episode, in which the same thing arose. They went over into this studio. Partially of this dream, before they appeared, the peeling machine of the x-document looked at by some documents and such pictures and; it was interested to solve a certain supernatural kind from cases to but Scully went in and was hypnotisiert, or I do not know something with the kind that she acted, whether she WAS real, but she acted, as if she would be. She said to him the fact that that it was unnecessary because supernatural did not exist, but of way or of other peeling machine that one, which wanted to solve it, was not Mulder. I think it left. It was dark, when they made. As is courageous also in the piece of Toons and Hampton turned into by this studio. They were not in each scene, but continued all-possible of strange things. There a scene of this helicopter, which flew by air, but were the lost type inside its entrailles or something (hope I not word by word? o_O) as well as he exhausted outside of the helicopter. He was equipped as a helicopter, is, which it was in as helicopter equipped type! But then it jumped in parachute! Then he only him was, he was a group of other small types, which pretended, in order to be this large helicopter. The dad and me observed this, and I had laughed "Jeez, a loose of this type." Now I was in the exhibition. I was with someone, and we were weaselly the bad of the types, kind of. We looked at outside of this back door of the studios, and some strange motor vehicles inside pulled. One of them the kind of as motor vehicle of Stealth looked at, which is the only one kind, which I can describe it, it as a triangle was the kind the tonnage formed of, and the darkness. I remember there was some bomb crates it resembled that large and cylindrical mesh, but there was no bomb, fair cases. They had something make with this. There was a certain continuous kind of the area plot. Then there was bogues, which were hidden in certain places of this studios or by something take back which the people said. I think the area plot had someone to kill or something ensure. Then it was as Serling trunk held themselves more than in another part of the studios; it was reading something, and tried on some masks I think. It held itself on a stage; the things behind it to change graphics on the continued stage. It has laughed raucously "hectar hectar hectar!!" these two persons, which was perhaps going long I them? and held on the hectars heard this "hectar hectar!!" and were as "good uh, he likes it." I think the thing had the stencil of persons of the laughter or something to make for making for them the laughter at death. This to be would know the area plot. Is it damnent, it just is I, or this dream reasonably does not seem?? > _ < Courageous pig of Hampton! *LOLOLOL* Skinner from The X-Files shall henceforth be known as the Peeling Machine of the X-Document. *LMFAO* And I wish I knew how "HA HA HA" translated into "Hectar hectar hectar"! O_o *LOL* Nope, that dream doesn't make any more sense translated than it does in plain English, but neither is it much more garbled... Let's try out "The Lion Video" next... Original dream: 04/27/01: 1 Dream Translation: The lion video MA had received a obvious $$familie E-Mail holding of a member from friend or from family and observed it on the computer, while I deceived over in the living hall. She laughed in such a way at him this must a joke be it, and the chain letters seemed to be the things alone that my family members for the transmission are good. "which that one is?" I heard it to require from high voice to then she still laughed. I saw a view thrown upward toward dinante the hall that the video had somewhat make with a pair Loewinnen which function over. "is that aardvark?" MA required, which squints at the screen. "I do not know," so-called I. "I will come out there in one minute, if I am made here and will say to you." MY not well it, in order to identify animals. I terminated, which I made and in dinante hall put up. Now I could see the video clear. It was pulled obvious to filmlaenge in Africa. There were at least two Loewinnen, and one hunted a small creature furry over, amazingly at each flight at him. It resembled a handle Russell building. "it is a young dog," mA so-called I. then the Loewin it downward splinted, and I have, since it was not a dog after everything, but cub the lion with the thick fur the "OH. is not it cub" I had improved. Then I saw, what persisted. The Loewin finally splinted downward cub, and by forward rushed into her has openly her stomach with their teeth torn up. Its entrails came out and innards, and them on them pulled, which rotate their head side at the other one, while the other Loewin observed. Then it bent itself forward and its Kiefer expanding it on the head cub maintained remained, just as openly. The whole time mA laughed raucously, as if the sonderbarste joke never sent would be. "why are you laughing?" I cried. "it is the most terrible thing that I never saw!" "it is laughing!" The laughing thing has to come out it mA, reached still harder. My face must have contorted in the anger. "it IS TERRIBLE! WHICH IS STRANGE SI TO ITS TOPIC? WHY ARE THEY EVEN LAUGHING? It IS RÉPUGNANT!!" She could not hear me of the whole one. I, whether she did not want, could white not not, or if their own laughter blocked outside of my voice. I tried, very to cry well in its ear, but everything that she could make with the laughter at the terrible video to cry had. I began on sobbing by the dislike and left the hall, which steers itself for the bath. I gehnallt the door, although I knew it not probably it hear could. I directed toward the toilet and the wastes and stated that she still another another sticky accessories at the house had bought this was a swan formed basket probably more than two feet of large, and the blue, or which has PUR-pure colored its long neck, which was bent in a free curve, and it was based itself set on the wastes, it from the use blocking. I was filled immediately with rage. I seized the swan basket by the neck, threw and monstrosity outside in the anteroom started openly the door of the bath, where he broke against the wall, before one fell to the soil. In dinante hall always laughed mA. "CONTINUED THESE STUPID THINGS PURCHASE AND YOU THE HOUSE BRINGING!" I cried. "I do not become THEM the PLACE WITH THEM UPWARD LEAVING UEBERFUELLEN MORE!" It has to seem only now to hear easily what I said, because she could do her, which down of a little laughs turned and to the view over her shoulder toward I, which try in measure to quiet, its breath and indication to catch "Huh?" But up to then I had the door of the bath gehnallt still and me am not really worried, if she heard me or not. I dunno...it translated properly, but for some reason the phrase "Is that aardvark?" is amusing. And I think I should start stomping around the house yelling, "CONTINUED THESE STUPID THINGS PURCHASE AND YOU THE HOUSE BRINGING!" Well, I wanted to do more, but my back is really starting to hurt... >_< ...and I'm sure you're about as interested by this now as I am. More later of possibly greater value but don't hold your breath. Tar...
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