Intelligence

Tony - I have taken a few things that you said from another topic - as I enjoy our exchanges - as I have enough fire thrown at me at this forum - so our talks are more enjoyable, so keep your baba good - lest I spank it. Also - this is on topic as I think it is far more intelligent to have productive discussions with friendly babas rather than heated diatribes with evil Dan's. LOL. Me too, I'd hate having to be mean and crabky and unfair and bad tempered, like Moose (only kiddin' moose).Seriously though Tony - I do think you are a good poster - even if you think you'd make a bad admin - but it's not all bad as you beat me in those IQ tests. Maybe you can be my new evc buddy --> Unseul was my last buddy - he said that I am on earth for his enjoyment - which I find amusing. Well - that's a good trait in my view - rather than being some big dumb angry bull - full of agressive spunk. ROFLMAO.On to other things now,(digging into Tony's lengthy rant ) Me too - I find they never happen purposefully - but I've had a few fascinating ones - In one - I created a lake with trees, stars etc, - and it was the same as earth - and very vivid, but I could defy gravity. It's good when you are dreaming and then "realize" you are dreaming - but unfortunately - becoming conscious like this makes me wake up pretty soon afterward. Honestly - I enjoyed reading your dimensions thread but haven't much to add despite a whipping and spanking from you - forcing me into it nearly. Only kiddin' Did you see my baba avatar? I painted it - I am a keen painter. I've done about 40 landscapes. I might submitt them to show you if it is on-topic. No - only kidding - I won't bore you with it.By the way - did you render that cofee and saucer? Exellent!Have to go now - I'm out of rant gas.

As do I.But you know, to this day it still surprises me how people appear to...how can I put this?...well...enjoy their exchanges with me.*Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Vanity meter off the scale!*Ok, I am really reluctant to explain this because it's going to sound incredibly conceited, but I'm going somewhere with it, so stay with me. Here goes...I get along with pretty much everybody, with very little effort. At least, I do these days. School, however, was a very different story for me. Frankly, it was disastrous. By the time I finished, I honestly believed that it was normal to be treated like scum. It left me with essentially no self-esteem, and the unconscious expectation of more of the same, "beyond the school grounds," when I left.Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised to find that people in the "real world" didn't continue where my schoolyard chums had left off. Sure the "real world" has more than its share of jerks, too, but I've come across nowhere near the frequency or severity of the living nightmare I had to endure every day of my life, throughout school.Push forward a few more years and I got internet access. When I started meeting people online, I noticed an even stranger phenomenon; not only were people not treating me like pond slime, they were actually being nice to me! And the thing that really dazzled me was when people started telling me how nice I was (ugh...here comes that vanity). It's happened so many times now that I've long since lost count. It isn't at all uncommon for someone on a forum, message board, or wherever I happen to be, to PM me with, "Hey, you're really cool, do you have email? I'd love to be pen-pals."Ack! I hope this isn't coming off as a total ego stroke. That truly isn't my intention. You have to understand that for someone who didn't have any good friends in school (but plenty of enemies), it's an extremely weird experience to suddenly find oneself being treated so well, by so many. Don't get me wrong, it's not like my parents never told me they thought I was great, but your parents have to say that, right? To hear it from total strangers, though, is quite a different matter.Anyway, I prattle. The point, already...The reason I mentioned this is because you're far from the first person to say that you "enjoy our exchanges" or something similar, and I think that one of the things that contribute to this is the fact that, as I mentioned in my other post, I do try to avoid heated arguments and such.I honestly can't decide whether or not it's a good thing that such emotional weakness and inability to handle confrontation should be interpreted as "politeness" or "a lovely personality" (I do believe these are qualities that I possess, mind you, but that's beside the point), but it's something I seem to be stuck with. How ironic that an enemy-induced wussiness should end up being a vehicle for making friends.Still, I suppose if somebody thinks I'm "a nice person" because I avoid saying or doing things that may cause hurt feelings, then who am I to tell them they're wrong?Wow, that was a bit long...and all off-topic. I really must try to abridge my replies a little. And again, I hope this rant didn't seem like one big ego trip, or a "Waah...I've had such a horrible life!" whine. That sincerely was not how I meant it. Baba? Heh, you're not the first person to say that to me, either.I would like to think that I'm a friendly poster, but on a forum intended for debate, I'm not sure if that equates to a good poster, as it severely limits my participation. I suppose it depends on what you think constitutes a "good poster." Still, thank you for the compliment.One thing I am sure of; I couldn't be an admin. It's a shame, too. At the risk of sounding conceited again, I do believe that I possess the intelligence and reasoning skills to moderate arguments. What I lack is the skin; mine is simply too thin for the job, I'm afraid. Perhaps, but I still doubt the accuracy of those free online tests, especially with some of the scores I've achieved. Which reminds me, I still haven't done the "Ultimate IQ Test" that Mission for Truth posted. That's what most people tell me. Generally, people seem to consider a sensitive nature a good trait, and for the most part, I agree. I just wish it was a little easier to live with. I'd been having lucid dreams for a long time (albeit infrequently) before I actually started researching them. Up until then, they were always "unintentional," of course, but I started practicing some of the techniques I'd read about and after a while I became reasonably good at having them. That's my favourite lucid "pastime." Flying is the most liberating feeling...I just wish I could do it for real. Yes, that's a very common complaint. As I understand it, when you become lucid your body tends to react by sending your adrenalin through the roof. Obviously, when that happens, you wake up.It takes a bit of practice but you can learn to control it. The trick is to remain calm...easier said than done considering the sense of exhilaration that usually accompanies lucidity. If that doesn't work for you, there is the "spinning" technique. As I recall, the idea is that if you feel the dream starting to slip away, start spinning (in your dream) in the same fashion as a child getting dizzy. Supposedly, this helps you regain control.Sorry for being so vague but I haven't read up on this for a long time and I don't remember the details. I have no idea how the spinning technique works, but as I understand it, the figures suggest that those who use it are significantly more likely to recover a fading dream than those who don't.It's actually quite amazing just how much control you can achieve with practice. When I was right in the "prime" of my lucid dreaming, I really surprised myself a number of times.One example: I was up amongst the clouds performing my favourite activity. However, my posture (my actual, physical posture, in my bed) was somewhat crooked, and as a result my flying felt a bit off. So I allowed the dream to slip away, opened my eyes, rolled over into a more comfortable position, then closed my eyes and slipped straight back into the dream. Admittedly, I don't know if this is actually an unusual occurrence or not (it could be very common, for all I know), but in retrospect, I was quite surprised that I was able to do it. Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you do wish to add (or ask) anything, it will be there.I can't deny, though, that the lack of interest really did surprise me. There are no words to describe how much the subject fascinates me, and I was hoping that by having a generic dialogue on it, I would come to understand it better. Perhaps that was part of the problem; the thread may simply have been too vague. Well, I'm sure it was funny, but I'm afraid you lost me. "A whipping and spanking"? "Forcing you into it nearly"? Sorry, I must be having one of my many "slow days." Hmm...there's that word again. Are you talking about the burning bush avatar under your username? Yes, so you've said. Well, good for you! The only landscapes I've done have been with 3D programs like Bryce and Terragen. I've always admired those who can create such things with their own two hands. Bore me? On the contrary, I like seeing other people's work. Perhaps we could start an art thread and I could post my own, too. That way, everyone could see the breathtaking skills I have...NOT! You mean the one in this post? No, that's an image that RAZD found on a Google image search. I agree, though; it is very well done. Speaking of which, I believe that RAZD also does 3D work (modelling, as I recall), so there's someone else for our "EvC Artists" thread. Funny...that never happens to me.

Forgive my late replies. It's strange you mention this - as I recently seen the British film called Scum. - it was disturbing and shocking and never ceases to amaze me, at how wicked people can be, and children aswell. I am so sorry you endured a nightmare Tony - unfortunately it comes down to survival almost - in these situations, maybe one day - we won't have legal prizons that we call school. Incompetence by default - is how I find the teacher to be. But I don't blame them - because they are not omni-present. Anyway - I'm glad you're through this and it's all over. I will pray that peace will be your future blessing, and I suppose that's no big deal if you are an unbeliever - but have it so that I may pray anyway, and don't be offended that I pray for you! (And - no - you didn't sound conceited) For me - it boils down to morals - most intelligent people have them, but the wicked have malnutrition - and are starving for morals.I have known many people - believers/none-believers -(thy're both equally capable and incapable), and they have been of very good morals, and of some basic decent human nature. I think - hopefully, that most people are this way. But when you have a lot of people - you also get some wicked people - who are your enemy.I also didn't have many companions in school - I feared an enemy who was three times my size - and spat upon us. But I found that when I befriended him - his morals concerning me were changed. So - even the wicked have good in them, but their "front" will not reveal this truth. I think that it is meekness or humility - which are validly humble traits which are good. "The meek shall inherit the earth" (forgive my believer input). But you shouldn't look upon this as weakness - I often find that a bully with a big mouth, is neither a bully - nor a big mouth on his own. And so, many are more timid than they know - and I also confess that I can get upset in debate - and also would not confront someone. But this is not weak - nor wicked. No - I enjoy reading a rant written for me. "Baba" is slang for "baby" in Liverpool - which is where I am from.In short - mike is as batty as a fruitcake - and sees everyone as a baba. As ever - your logic is correct, and so - it seems that this might make you a good poster - aswell as a friendly one. Tony, really now - u must know that mike is a nut by now. Okay - thanks for the read concerning lucid dreams - it was intereseting, and I think that is quite rare for you to have that ability to go back to your dream like that!Here's my baba painting of me aged one, and I have to go now, I'm out of typing gas. Dictionary writes; Baba - " A leavened rum cake, usually made with raisins."Lol.This message has been edited by mike the wiz, 10-24-2004 02:33 PM

No problem. I do the same, myself. Children most of all, ironically. At least, in my experience. Mind you, I have also known a few adults who appear to have never outgrown their childish joy of hurting others for no good reason. Thank you, Mike. That means a lot, really. I wish the nightmare had ended when I left the mental and physical abuse of school behind, but I'm afraid it just ceased to be an external nightmare and became an internal one which, in some areas, has turned out to be much, much worse. Long (off-topic) story. It's funny you should say that. I just finished telling a friend exactly that about the teachers I had. Not all of them, admittedly. I can think of a small handful that were quite good at what they did.My year eight homeroom teacher was one; I had him for a number of subjects (four, if memory serves) in my first year of high school and I always think of him with fond memories. He wasn't merely good at the subjects he taught either...he was also someone I always felt I could have gone to if I ever had a problem, whether it be school work, personal, or whatever. I've had very, very few teachers that I thought so highly of. In retrospect, I wish I'd told him that.But as I said to my friend, this breed of teacher was a rarity where I went. I would say that most were very "ordinary." But if you really want to go to the other end of the scale (the far end), there was one in particular who honestly makes me think, to this day, that you didn't actually need any qualifications to be a teacher at my school.I had him for multiple subjects and I don't know if he actually had a field of specialty but every subject he "taught" me was just a joke. I recall knowing more than him about music theory in year eight, for example. Ok in fairness, I got top marks, but honestly, he didn't have a clue. I used to think, "Why is this guy teaching music? Do they really not have anyone better?"The real shining example, though, is when I had him for year 11 biology. That class was a glorified day-care service. And frankly, it didn't even make a good day-care service. Here is how he conducted his biology lessons (and this is not just a typical example, it was the norm...I'm not joking).Mr. X (I have a heart, so I won't use his real name) walks into the classroom holding the biology textbook in one hand and his novel in the other. He goes to his desk at the front of the room and opens the textbook.Mr. X: "Ok, read pages 996 to 1027, do the achievement test at the end of that chapter, then start on unit four, do the anatomy quiz, and answer the questions on page 1038."Mr. X closes the textbook, sits down, and starts reading his novel.Time passes.A student raises his hand.Mr. X continues reading.The student waits.Mr. X continues reading.Student: "Um, excuse me, Sir?"Mr. X: "Put your hand down."Student puts his hand down.Time passes.The student picks up his textbook and walks to the teacher's desk, at the front of the classroom.Student: "Excuse me, Sir, I don't understand..."Mr. X raises his arm in a "talk to the hand" gesture.Student: "Uh, I don't know what this means, Sir."Mr. X: "I don't want to see you."Student: "Well...you see...this says..."Mr. X: "Nope, not interested."Student: "But I don't..."Mr. X: "No, I don't want to talk to you. Now, sit down."Student returns to his seat.Now, you may be tempted to think that I've exaggerated a little or embellished the facts to make him sound worse than he actually was, but I swear on my life, this is EXACTLY what this guy's classes were like! I really don't know how he was allowed to work there for so many years. All things considered, I would have to say that he is probably the most incompetent teacher I've ever come across...and believe me, I've come across some pretty bad ones.And I know it wasn't just our class either...I knew someone a year ahead of me who had also had him for biology, the year after which, he got a different teacher and was stunned that she actually taught the class. I once heard him say (and he was completely serious), "I can't believe how much she helps us...I thought biology was just a subject you had to teach yourself." Glad to hear it; when I talk about these things I can be a little paranoid that I'll be taken the wrong way.And no, I'm not offended by your prayers. I understand the spirit they're offered in and I appreciate the compassion. For some reason, I seem to have (and always have had) a sense that, at their core, people are good. Now, obviously there are exceptions. I've come across a select few people in my life that, as far as I can tell, are completely unreachable. However, I think (and hope) that most people would prefer to be a source of good. Ah, memories. It's all coming back to me. Man, I wish I could have done that. But I'm afraid the guys that harassed me were far too malicious for that to be an option. The first day back at school, one year, we were settling in our new homeroom and one of the guys who had given me a really hard time for the entirety of the previous year picked the desk right in front of mine. He turned around with that conniving smirk of his and said, and I quote, "So, back for another year of it, eh, Tony?" Well, perhaps so. I can't help but wonder, though, if I would still be as "meek" and "humble" today if I hadn't had the confidence literally beaten out of me at school. Perhaps "weakness" is too strong a word. In all honesty, I do believe that I've always possessed these qualities anyway...I just don't think that my experiences at school helped matters very much. Indeed. Don't you love the way bullies so frequently display their bravery by getting around in groups and picking on people half their size? Heh, you should enjoy this post then. Ah, I see. I knew you lived in England but it never occurred to me that "baba" may be a local term. Don't know why I didn't think of that.My pronunciation may have been throwing me off getting the meaning, too. I've been saying, "bah-buh" (rhymes with "lava"...when said in an Aussie accent ). Is this correct or is the first syllable also a short "uh" sound? That is, "buh-buh" (like saying the first syllable of "bubble" twice in rapid succession)? Perhaps it's something else altogether?Anyway, no biggie. I'm just curious. Heh, thanks. Based on "my logic"? Ok then...step aside, Rrhain, the new king is here! *cough* Sorry, I have these delusions of grandeur from time to time. Well, yeah...but we wouldn't have you any other way. I mean, anyone who refers to themself in the third-person...heh, just kidding. You're quite welcome. Glad you enjoyed it. Perhaps. I don't really know. I haven't read enough about what other people have and haven't been able to do.I found, though, that if I was awake for too long I couldn't do it. That's to be expected, I suppose. It makes sense that the briefer the period you're awake for, the easier it will be to return to the dream.In the example I gave, I didn't wake up for long...I just opened my eyes, rolled over to get comfortable, and closed my eyes again. I can't say for sure how long it took but it felt like my return to the dream was very fast...almost immediately after shutting my eyes. I would guess that I was really only awake for a few seconds (perhaps five or less). Aw...little Mikey! So cute!So this is the one you were referring to? Well, very nice work! No problem. Understandable when it's me you're replying to. Ha! Lucky I didn't look it up; I would have been even more confused than I was initially.

I'm so displeased to hear this - I can only hope that those internal turmoils have now ceased - and that your peace may be as a river..... Ha. This teacher story was funny - it's coincidendental - that I had a biology teacher - though it was a "she". And in her lessons - we opened a biology book - and copied it untill the lesson ended. Lol. Thanks - And also - concerning those wicked ones who had evil come upon you - my only hope for them is that their sin wasn't so great - otherwise I then fear for those people! This is because I believe we will have to account for every idle word and action we do in this life. ( I am guilty of more believer input) This is also my assumption at times. But then - I must ask "Am I so good"? Maybe we don't realize our badness - and assume we are basically good. But ofcourse - I also hope for this. All I can hope for now - is that his plans didn't come to pass - and you were spared from the hands of that wicked persons! Ofcourse - no hoping will effect what has previously happened, but yet I hope. Well, we all have scars I suppose - in a way - we always are who we always have been. I personally think that your good traits render a victory over those wicked people you had to suffer - and I wonder why you had to suffer this evil - and why it came upon you. Tony - you've made my day, as I thought I would never have a conversation about how to pronounce baba. Lol, I'm so chuffed.it is infact none of those (buh-buh - lol) - forgive me, but I am an engishman - words very much amuse me.It is pronounced like if you were going to say "bat - bat" quickly, only without the "t" --> " ba-ba ". Or like saying "bank" twice without the "nk".I hope you find the word amusing like I do, lol - as it's connection is cute when matched with babies, and I love the lil cutie babas so I do...Okay - you can lock me up now for being a nut. Haha..well - technically I'm as batty as a fruitcake...Well, I admitt to not having the same rant power as you, so my post is maybe not as lengthy as yours,.....So just a few more things; Ahaha - thanks, there's nothing better than a babas joy I think you'll find. Just as long as you don't eat me - thinking me a cake...but then - I admitt my cheeks were cute enough to eat.

Ah, if only I could say they have. They have, however, only grown worse in recent days, I'm afraid. And the really infuriating thing is that I think I had finally begun to come to some kind of peace within myself. I felt like I'd actually started truly living again.Then last year, everything fell to pieces, once more. In fact, 2003 was probably the most painful year I've ever endured. It all started going wrong very early and continued throughout, like a chain-reaction of disastrous events. It really took its toll on me, and to this day, I still haven't recovered. To be completely honest, for a solid eighteen months now, I really haven't been the same. Sounds about as educational as "Mr. X's" classes were. Honestly, I really don't know what that guy's story was. I don't think anybody did. He certainly had some very odd characteristics.We used to refer to him as Mr. Colour-Co-ordinated. He would come to school, one day, dressed in a $400 businessman's suit, including jacket and tie complete with "diamond" stick-pin, a gold-plated Rolex, a mobile phone (which wasn't as common back then), clean shaven, hair slicked back, polished black shoes, and a briefcase.Then the next day, he would swagger in (with a "cool-walk") wearing a Hawaiian singlet-shirt, chest-hair sticking out everywhere, shorts, thongs, sunnies, walkman in his pocket, headphones hanging around his neck, five o'clock shadow, and spiked hair.I swear I'm not making this up.Maybe if it's something we'd seen once or twice we could have just shrugged it off, but he did this regularly. He would waver between one extreme and the other on an almost daily basis. He'd look like a company executive one day, and a teenager with a rapid aging disorder the next; revelling in his "seniority" one day, and trying to be "one of us" the next. Perhaps it was just one long, indecisive mid-life crisis?Don't get me wrong, his life is his life and if he wants to alternate his wardrobe that much I wish him all the best. I never had any problem with him doing it, I just couldn't for the life of me understand why he did it.Who knows...perhaps he did it purely for the attention. If that's what he wanted then he certainly succeeded. From what I could tell, the other students mostly found it amusing to wait for his arrival in the mornings so they could "...see what he's wearing today," but as far as I know, nobody ever did figure out "...what is up with him?" Perhaps that was his very intention. In fairness to them, I can't say they ever pulled a gun on me, or anything like that. I realize there are far worse things happening in schools these days and I'm glad to be away from it. In any case, I'm certainly not ungrateful that I never had to face anything truly life-threatening. Though, I was once pushed out on the main road in front of traffic, that's about as directly dangerous as it ever got.Still, I don't think any of the people that harassed me ever actually wanted to kill me...where's the fun in that? Oh no, they wanted me to live; the longer I lived, the longer they could make me suffer.In a way, I was lucky; I didn't have to face some of the life-threatening scenarios that kids today do. Unfortunately, I'm cursed with a sensitivity that makes every minor setback feel like a world-shattering calamity. So I'm sure you can imagine what year after year, day after day, class after class of being a plaything at the hands of those who just loved to see me suffer did for my self-esteem. True. It depends what you mean by "good" I suppose. I do believe I'm a "good" person (whatever that is). I believe I am far more considerate of other people's feelings than most, if that counts for anything. I've actually been known to lose sleep on account of thinking I'd hurt someone's feelings, only to later find out that I hadn't...on more than one occasion I might add (yes, I really am that bad). A friend once told me that I'm the most sensitive male in the world. He meant it as a compliment. Actually, it was indeed another gruelling year, I'm afraid. What really irks me is people who not only get off on making others miserable, but act so proud of the fact that they do it. This one guy in particular used to taunt me with it. He'd say, "You know, Tony, they say that if you stand up to bullies they'll leave you alone. Why don't you try and stand up to me, huh?" Well, it might have something to do with the fact that you're a foot taller than me and outweigh me by 30 kilos. He damn-well knew there was no way I was going to stand up to him.I'd love to have the chance again, though; he'd get quite a shock now. Oh I'm sure he'd still be bigger than me (in fact, there can be no doubt, as I'm nowhere near as big today as he was back then) but I'm not the same person he knew in school; not to brag (as I seem to keep doing ) but I'm far more...shall we say "capable" than the skinny little kid that he used to slap around. Well, thank you. That's one way of looking at it, I guess. I used to ask myself that question every day. Sometimes I still do. I used to ask my mother what was wrong with me. Naturally, she would say there was nothing wrong with me, but that isn't much of a comfort when there are plenty at school who beg to differ. She told me once that they just picked on me because I was quiet. Hmm...well ok, I was quiet...but still... Well, it makes my day to know that I made your day!I guess you owe me a favour now, huh? *cough* Just kidding. Heh, I do indeed. Thanks for the explanation. Fruitcakes are batty? That's ok, few people do. It's an innate gift. Indeed. Life was certainly easier then, that's for sure. A line from a movie (Look Who's Talking, perhaps?) springs to mind; "We spend the first nine months trying to get out, and the rest of our lives trying to get back in." Of course, there are several different ways to interpret that. Thinking you a cake? Um...did people mistake you for a cake often when you were a baba?

Tony - forgive my late reply. Well.....that's the problem with humans - we cannot remove mental images sometimes - or rid memories. I hope you can overcome them. I have had similar experiences (but not as bad)...and time does seem to help heal..I hope that will be the case for you. Am I guessing you recently left school - as in, a few years ago? I'll guess your age - 25?. Well, this is the prevailent attitude amongst these bizarre individuals... I'm glad it wasn't THAT bad for you. What - in every way? Even if the wind blows? These kind of evil traits don't impress me to be honest. I mean 0 he must have been all meat and no brain cells. Cos normal humans who are meaty giants, usually wouldn't use that against someone - which is, well - kind of pathetic and cowardly. Honestly Tony, you're OBSESSED with dimensions, I promise I'm a chump who knows nothing about them. ROLMy azz off. Incest. Well, they certainly pinched my cheeks hard enough. No not those ones you naughty boy.

Only if you'll forgive mine. So true. To this day, I still have the dreams. They won't leave me alone. Last year really did have a seriously bad effect on me. They say that so long as you're questioning your sanity you still have it, but I don't know, sometimes I wonder... I hope so, too. I lost a lot of very special people last year, in a multitude of ways, and the pain just doesn't seem to go away. 27 as of a couple of months ago. Don't get me wrong, it was still pretty bad...certainly bad enough to completely destroy my self-image.But yes, you're correct; I would feel like quite a hypocrite proclaiming how bad it was for me without acknowledging the fact that it could have been worse. When I hear about some of the things that happen in schools these days, like one kid shooting and killing another, I'm just so pleased that I'm not there now. As bad an experience as it was for me, it seems that it has grown even worse in the years since I left. Ooookaaaay. This is obviously a joke but I'm afraid I'm too dumb to get it (or too tired *yawns*). Yep. I knew of other big guys in school that didn't feel like they had to push people around just because they could. But, of course, those who did think their size gave them some inherent right to be bullies tended to go for me. I was a natural target, being so small.If they'd also picked on people their own size I might actually have had some (and I emphasize, some) respect for them. I'm incapable, though, of respecting anyone who only ever starts fights they can't possibly lose. Oh no...no really I'm not...not at all...no absolutely not...no no no no no......ok, I am.Argh! I can't help it! I don't know why I am, I just am. It's such a fascinating concept to me; I honestly don't understand why others don't find it as interesting. I suppose the answer is obvious; I'm the only normal person and everyone else is insane. Well, come and learn. I'll be more than happy to teach you what I know. I'm no expert but I think it's fair to say that if you know nothing about them, there's a bit that I could impart to you. Oh man, I just remembered one that I read on EvC some time ago (posted by Lam, I think), which was a list of "replies" from various historical figures, to a party invitation. Freud's reply was a beauty and it really stuck in my head; it was, "Can I come with my mother?" Haw haw! I never would have thought of that if you hadn't mentioned it.

Tony - I will respond to your post in a few days - I am going away. Sorry about this. Don't hate me for it. I'll reply as soon as poss my friend.

Nah, it's cool. Hope you enjoy your trip. Of course not; I have plenty of other things to hate you for. Just kidding. Take care, baba.

THAnks! You really are a great guy. Back soon my friend.

It would be impossible because there is no solid evidence to determiine that they are actually Christians.

They're almost uncontrollable - I had them for a while, with the same person bothering me again and again, it gets better with time, and the mind eventually places that person in a less important manner - as it should. Sorry to hear that Tony, I hope things get better for you.As for these bullies - I hope you can rid them from your mind. Try to place them in context - they have no right to continue to get to you.Christ said to not fear those who can kill the body - and then do no more harm. Realize that their harm to you is OVER! And they have NOT succeeded. Well, when the wind blows - the other Tony is stiffened in the cold. As for dimensions. I promise I know nothing of them, and honestly participate in too many threads as it is, lol, I can't think of dimensions as interesting me that much as I am a lune *Tony logic*.....and so - they just confuse me. LolOkay, don't waste rants on me - I'm terrible in that I am not a great "responder". Forgive my lack of input but I still enjoy reading!

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Which reminds me, I still haven't done the "Ultimate IQ Test" that Mission for Truth posted.

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Yes, I've noticed Tony! I don't know about the others but I am eagerly awaiting... lol.

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I was up amongst the clouds performing my favourite activity. However, my posture (my actual, physical posture, in my bed) was somewhat crooked, and as a result my flying felt a bit off.

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I literally laughed out loud when I read that because I've had the exact same experience! This old oriental lady that you would see in movies like "crouching tiger hidden dragon" taught me how to fly, only when she showed me the position I had to be in it was exactly the way I was sleeping. So, if you could picture it, I was flying in a fetal position with my head on my right shoulder and my arm projecting straight out. The flying, however, was totally worth the embarassing position.

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So I allowed the dream to slip away, opened my eyes, rolled over into a more comfortable position, then closed my eyes and slipped straight back into the dream.

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Done that too. Ever dream of a really hot girl and just when things are going your way the alarm goes off and you have to actually get up and press the snooze button? If you're wondering I place my alarm out of my arm's reach so I'm forced to wake up. So pressing the snooze button is only reserved for those really good dreams.

Tony do you like playing chess? I love the game and when I'm not on my mission for truth ( ) I'm on a mission to be the best chess player I can possibly be. Sounds like a commerical I know...but it's best game I've ever played. Anyways, if you do let me know and we'll talk.