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I find cooking men sexy. My secret phantasy is - him standing in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, snipping vegetables and sharing with me the secrets of bon cuisine

:)))) It´s a clear advantage! I also like husbands who can cook, my ex was a great one, he was an excellent meat-cooker, but I don´t eat meat

I am not familiar with a technical side of this phenomenon. But yes. You meet another person, and it feels much more real than in a normal dream, more physical more 3-dimensional. And you both have this one dream. If you exchange afterwards it´s the same for both of you.

I have a feeling, that you like an astral projection of your husband more than the rest of him It´s logic for me. This is what I´m saying. As astral projections we are less complicated, it´s considerably easier to interact. Look, you say "sorry" to your husband in a dream, and it means "sorry" or it doesn´t mean anything at all in a dream. You say "sorry" to him in a real life and he would think it´s a "bye", because this is what people often say to each other before closing a door and leaving, knowing that it is probably the last thing to say. All that knowledge and experience in the background. Which help us to survive but makes interactions complicated.

A conflict is if you argue with your neighbor about what color or hight should be a fence between you or even if it should be moved 10 cm further to him ot to you, it´s still a conflict. But if a neighbor is in your house with a gun, it´s not a conflict any more, it´s a terror, a war.

I hate it so much when they write in European media "conflict betwen Russia and Ukraine" or even worse "conflict in East Ukraine". It´s not a conflict. It´s a war. Since 7 years. A war between Russia and Ukrtaine on Ukrainian territory.

@Inliytened1 Reality might be not a good word. What I am telling is not that the one thing is real and the other not. But that there is a difference between a dream and not-dream.

I haven´t created some theoretical stuff. I had a rather pure experiment of interacting with the same person in a dream and in a reality. And it IS different. Not only for me. For both of us.

I don´t see it this way. Even if I had known you for many years, I would still not be familiar with so many aspects of you. How can I create you? In a dream - yes. But not in reality. The INTERACTING with the people in a dream is FUNDAMENTALLY different than in reaility.

by me?

Efficient economical sanctions. Europe had to implement more serious more harmful sanctions on Russia. Not now, but directly after annexation of Crimea and occupation of Donbas. But these sanction would also damage Europe, so they don´t do it. But they won´t avoid the damage, it will be even worse, if Russia dares a big war.

@Dany Balan I don´t know. Europe is lame, they even build that damned pipe-line with Russia. Ukrainians rely rather on USA. Luckily we have Biden now and not a moron of Trump. I strongly beleive, that I´ll see Russia falling to pieces during my lifetime. I am from Ukraine, from Donbas.

@Inliytened1 The difference between reality and dream is not that the reality feels more real, sometimes it doesn´t. Well it might be a difference but not a fundamental one. The fundamental difference between dream and reality: every person in reality has past and future. And thus a rather complicated subconsious of multiple layers. In a dream not. Another fundamental difference: Karma. There is no karma in a dream! The events might be connected with each other thematically but not logically. No cause - no effect. Just a sequence of random episodes. Think of Alice in Wonderland. If I wake up to the state where there is no story and no layers, it would be a DREAM

And what I said before: In a dream I have no past and no future. THIS counts as a dream. And I interact with characters who also have no past and no future. They are not complicated. We are not complicated. And this is what makes a HUGE very HUGE difference

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Yes, exactly! It´s a good point.

In a dream it´s really JUST an appearance. In reality you have a long tail behind the appearance which even bigger than the appearance itself. I know when I am dreaming, not perfectly lucidly with all that hands looked at but somewhere in the backyard of the consciousness.

Thank you, Leo and all the memebers, good and bad ? I am glad, I am imagining you

I can repeat it again and again. No. And I hink it´s a general trend. You don´t find in today´s movies as many brutal-type men as, for example, 30-40 years ago. Why? Because in today´s world the brutal-type men are of no use for survival. The brainy and creative types will be more and more our heros. In the modern world. I saw this tendency 10 years ago watching Harry Porter. I thought, this is how Bill Gates should have looked like as a kid Leo is boasting so much about his success in picking up. I think, it has more to do with his intelligence than with his masculinity. Intelligence is sexy.

I am really looking forward to guided dream recall. I liked also the visulisation with a tree. You can intergrate so many different layers into this tree. It feels also a bit like Alice falling into rabit´s hole, except of the direction - not falling but climbing. I have also sometomes problems with the visulisations, that they are not filled at the edges - just around me and blank at the edges. like the world ends there. It´not a case when you are inside of a tree trunk

I thought, you like Waggoner is able to remember 10 dreams per night He wrote in his book, that lucid dreamers do remember much more dreams than normal dreamers.

Well, you don´t need money in a dream, do you? But it still can cause you some problems, especially when it is handed to you on an island by a nervous man ? I can recall just a little fragment of today´s dream. It was evening, I was driving in my native city and I lost my way. One street looked familiar to me and I turned into it. Till now it was a grey urban surrounding, but then the building were becoming more graceful, colourfull and intrinsic, there was more light everywhere. It was clear that I have never been here before. I had to stop because in front of me was another beautiful building, here the road ended. There was a crowd in front of the building, they shouted, I need to drive back, no cars here allowed. I saw my daughter with her friends. I asked her, what is in this buliding. She answered, it´s a theater, we are all waiting for the begin. I asked her the name of the theater, because it would give me a hint in what part of the city I am. The name was "Vintage". Never heard.

I have never smoked weed, but the same. Even worse, 10 seconds enough for me to forget any number consisting of more than 4 figures. I don´t have a single phone number in my head. Luckily no problems with my adress never forgot. I have just problems with memorizing things without a kind of story in a background. Like numbers.

It´s just a little fragment, I could snatch from the paws of forgetness : I have arrived on the island. An unfamiliar man picked me up in the airport. As we drove to our destination I saw a sea, it was raving wildly but still of distinct dark-blue color. There were no sand beaches, only big, sharp stones. They were disarranged in the same way as the blue chaotic waves. I have no idea, what I will do on this island, - I thought,- but definitely it won´t be bathing. When we arrived, a man took out his credit card and handed it to me. He explained me bewildered, what I need to do with his credit card. But I didn´t understand a word, besides I didn´t want to do anything with a stranger´s money on an unfamiliar island. So I told him, that I am not a local and cannot deal with all that financial complications on the island. A friend of me was passing by, he stopped her and sent her on an errand with his credit card. She looked confused but she didn´t object. I felt guilty, because she is a financial profane. Then we had a meeting. We were 10 or so and we were sitting at a big round table. Or as it turned out, we were lying on the big round duvet and I struggled not to fall asleep.

I don´t know honestly. I have never had that dilemma of turning somebody down because of his / her crying and weeping. I tell his / her because I can imagine, that also a female friend constantly weeping might be quite tiresome. I an not a nurse type neither I have an air of authority which would attract to me people deperately looking for a savior. Of course my friends share with me their problems, but it´s really only a sharing, a conversation without weeping at my lap. The only excepltion was my mother complaining about my father. When I took his side she began to cry. So if I didn´t want my mother to cry I had to shut up, listen and nod, a cruel bit of a daughter. MY father has never complained about my mother. You see, exclaimed my mother, this is what I mean! He has nothing to complain about, but I have a lot! The precious logic of my mother