Still going strong at 91!Brian always comes across as a nice, humble man. His words on his late friend and co-star Yootha are always touching.
I don't remember metallic planes like that. What I had was a plastic 'capsule' with a metal button on one end.Just another one of life’s weird random coincidences that had me scratching my head this morning…
Last night, completely out of nowhere in one flickering moment in a dream, I was explaining to somebody how a cap-toy worked. Does anyone recall the sort of thing? They were small lead aeroplane-shaped devices, you put a cap in the nose, threw them in the air, and they went BANG! when they hit the ground.
Having a cup of tea this morning, opened up Facebook and saw this, two or three swipes in:
https://m.facebook.com/groups/170129694940788/permalink/689594526327633/
I remember having things like these -I don't remember metallic planes like that. What I had was a plastic 'capsule' with a metal button on one end.
Like that! I had something similar.
Oh yes, I recall these too. Actually if we’re going to get into the detail, in my dream the lead plane had a plastic cap thing on the nose and the metal nosepiece was inside. I recall my dream-self thinking as I explained it, “That doesn’t look quite right, but I’ll just ignore it and keep going…”I don't remember metallic planes like that. What I had was a plastic 'capsule' with a metal button on one end.
Interesting. To me, without over thinking, "faskelyne" sounds like "fast lane". So perhaps you were dreaming or thinking of driving in the fast lane. And your brain was also connecting that to "(walking) death", though why walking, I don't know.Not a dream really, but I woke up "remembering" the phrase: Ursula Faskelyne, the walking death. I don't know any Ursulas, Faskelyne doesn't seem to be a name (Maskelyne was a well known magician) so what the ****?
I wonder if that's what happens to mediums in a trance and makes them think they've contacted the dead?
No I'm retired, so pretty much please myself about deadlines (Don't tell Mrs T)Interesting. To me, without over thinking, "faskelyne" sounds like "fast lane". So perhaps you were dreaming or thinking of driving in the fast lane. And your brain was also connecting that to "(walking) death", though why walking, I don't know.
Are you really really busy right now? Do you have deadlines coming up?
I like it, we need images.Ursula Faskelyne, the walking death, sound like some horror that wanders lonely footpaths at night, a terror to haunt hikers who don't make their destination before nightfall. Great. That's something I'll be thinking about on my next hike as the sun nears the horizon...
I picture hooded, or rather a large tatty headscarf drawn down like a hood, dressed like an old-style gypsy, but with a skull under that hood, with decaying flesh - her bony fingers are long and claw-like (of course).I like it, we need images.
And allow me to introduce Ursula Faskelyne, the Walking Death:I like it, we need images.
Brilliant!!! The boots are nice touch as well.And allow me to introduce Ursula Faskelyne, the Walking Death:
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Well, she's a walker!Brilliant!!! The boots are nice touch as well.
Thanks for that, we just need to get her round the internet now and we can be responsible for thousands of terrified hikers.Well, she's a walker!
... and I can proudly call myself the first of them!Thanks for that, we just need to get her round the internet now and we can be responsible for thousands of terrified hikers.
Perfect! You can see that she will be a formidable foe. She is single-minded and quick.And allow me to introduce Ursula Faskelyne, the Walking Death:
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Ah now, we have a thread on this called Dream Within A Dream!About 6 weeks ago, I restarted a dream journal. Since a lot of dreams evaporate in minutes, the instant I wake up I scribble down a few key words and phrases, which anchor the dream and act as triggers I so can write it up in more detail later, even if I doze off again. However, I've started waking up, grabbing the pen and notepad, and started scribbling away, only to actually wake- a few minutes later, to find I'm just scratching with my nails on the pillow or bedspread. I can usually, but not always recover some of the dream. From past experience, the "false awaking" phenomenon builds up then disappears over a few weeks. I think my past record was four levels.
Since most of my dreams, aren't terribly exciting or surreal, I've not been reporting them here, only the funny or bizarre bits, and ones that aren't the various standard anxiety dreams.
I'm hoping to build up my ability to lucid dream.
As a child I read a storybook, a proper kids' one, called The Princess and the Goblin.* A character called Curdie has a dream wherein he wakes up, jumps out of bed and rushes to the door to deal with some emergency, then realises that he is still asleep and tries hard to actually wake up.
Once again he wakes up, jumps out of bed and rushes to the door, only to find himself still in bed. This process is repeated over and over until he does eventually manage to wake up.
I had no idea what this chapter was supposed to signify and it still baffles me, 54 years later when it's practically the only thing I remember about the book.
* It was the first novel anyone ever recommended to me. A classmate called Gaynor Williams pointed it out and said 'You'll like that!'
She was right; and to my relief, when I finished it there was a sequel, phew.
There's Something About MaryI was living under straitened circumstances, and decided that l could only get money by stealing a laptop computer from a school.
l entered a school building, and removed what looked like the external battery pack from a laptop and tucked it into my pocket. Unfortunately, a teacher (bearing quite a resemblance to Cameron Diaz!) had seen me and confronted me. l can’t quite remember why ( perhaps l was naming potential owners of the component to whom l intended to return it), but l began to chant names at her. lt sounded like, “Mary Smith, Mary Jones, Mary Brown, Hairy Mary.”
At this point another, male, teacher approached, and placed his hands on my shoulders from behind in a friendly way. l seemed to be convincing him of my honesty, but not “Cameron”…
Wee break.
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