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over a year ago
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I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there? "
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there? "
Yes I understand. We were caught in a fierce downpour in the forest recently and sheltered under a tree, the sound of the rain on the leaves lent a deep feeling of security in contrast to the harsh weather.
Some archaeologists believe that prehistoric man felt this way about the houses they built for themselves although I have no idea how they infer this. They believe they saw their shelters as separating the harsh uncontrollable outside from the calm controllable inside. |
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I like to watch the trees on a windy day too. I feel safe inside.
My favourite Christmas cards are still the ones with a little cottage or a village at night,with a dark star-lit sky,snow falling covering the scene,and the tiny windows lit up a warm orangey-yellow.
If they had glitter on they were extra special. |
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yes I understand. We were caught in a fierce downpour in the forest recently and sheltered under a tree, the sound of the rain on the leaves lent a deep feeling of security in contrast to the harsh weather.
Some archaeologists believe that prehistoric man felt this way about the houses they built for themselves although I have no idea how they infer this. They believe they saw their shelters as separating the harsh uncontrollable outside from the calm controllable inside."
It just seems like a natural feeling, maybe animals feel something similar, even sitting in the car on the peak district watching the rain on the windscreen, hearing it on the roof in darkness is lovely, I sometimes drive out there just to experience this, makes me feel better. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I like to watch the trees on a windy day too. I feel safe inside.
My favourite Christmas cards are still the ones with a little cottage or a village at night,with a dark star-lit sky,snow falling covering the scene,and the tiny windows lit up a warm orangey-yellow.
If they had glitter on they were extra special. "
I always like those cards, when I've been out winter walking, and I can see a house or village with that orange glow, I can't wait to get home to my warm house, hot dinner and bed, yum. |
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By *uzy444Woman
over a year ago
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im a lucid dreamer..day dreams i use to change my world and at night i dream with others with awareness intact...
we all live our dreams within the dream..learn to live the dream, and then dreaming becomes a way of living...x |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Reading this thread has given me such a lovely feeling. Really comforting, beautiful and just, well, 'right'."
It has become a nice cosy thread, thank you peeps. X |
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there? "
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ... |
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ..."
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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This site is full of them......"single" guys who would love to meet but don't have the bottle or concerned partners may find out.
And those posing as couples.......
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That's my definition of dreamers! |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad. "
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad.
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire..."
I'm just waiting for the storm to fit a date, can't rely on the weather, lol |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad.
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire...
I'm just waiting for the storm to fit a date, can't rely on the weather, lol"
Close the heavy velvet curtains and pretend.....lol |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad.
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire...
I'm just waiting for the storm to fit a date, can't rely on the weather, lol
Close the heavy velvet curtains and pretend.....lol"
You can buy CDs with thunderstorms on them, worth a try, lol |
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By (user no longer on site)
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I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw. |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw. "
Stop it, I'll never get my head out of the clouds, it's amazing how some people have that same image. |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw. "
Lovely. Mine's a little wooden tree house in a huge ancient sycamore, surrounded by the constant whisper of rustling leaves. It overlooks a little wooded dale with a winding stream dancing over rocks, and in the morning mist hangs in the air in the valley bottom. Inside is a shelf bed covered in blankets and quilts, a little stove to keep the chill out, and floor to ceiling books. Heaven. |
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By *icentiousCouple
over a year ago
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Damn my cognitive thought.
Shamic rituals work at 130-150 rhythmic beats per minute called the thea wave (dragging this from wat back in my mind).
The altered state it crests is part of the journey. Just so happens this is a regular nature rythem.
Micheal Harnner) question spelling) has a great CD out which has both single and double shamanic drumming.
Okay back to the other world. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw.
Lovely. Mine's a little wooden tree house in a huge ancient sycamore, surrounded by the constant whisper of rustling leaves. It overlooks a little wooded dale with a winding stream dancing over rocks, and in the morning mist hangs in the air in the valley bottom. Inside is a shelf bed covered in blankets and quilts, a little stove to keep the chill out, and floor to ceiling books. Heaven."
You make things sound/read so divine |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw.
Lovely. Mine's a little wooden tree house in a huge ancient sycamore, surrounded by the constant whisper of rustling leaves. It overlooks a little wooded dale with a winding stream dancing over rocks, and in the morning mist hangs in the air in the valley bottom. Inside is a shelf bed covered in blankets and quilts, a little stove to keep the chill out, and floor to ceiling books. Heaven."
Perfection. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad.
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire...
I'm just waiting for the storm to fit a date, can't rely on the weather, lol
Close the heavy velvet curtains and pretend.....lol
You can buy CDs with thunderstorms on them, worth a try, lol "
A get some mates to throw pebbles on the roof...lol... (getting silly now.) and if the're very good mates they could be invited indoors for a nite cap...lol |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw. "
Is it my state of mine at the moment... All I can think about is some lunatic who lives in the middle of no-where is waiting to do away with me  |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw.
Stop it, I'll never get my head out of the clouds, it's amazing how some people have that same image. "
The bathroom in this log cabin is covered in pure white cladding panels a roll top free standing bath with a white rattan chair and white lace drapes.
The bedroom has a kingsize four poster bed again, with lace drapes surrounding it. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I once read about myself in a book called The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. In a certain chapter he speaks about " dreamers", and how we love the harsh winters, looking through windows with long velvet drapes, and a roaring log fire across the room with an armchair next to it. I also love the sound of heavy rain on a tent, when I'm inside snuggled up in a sleeping bag reading by my lamp.
The harsh outdoors gives more significance to the indoors, a feeling of protection and warmth.
Are there any other dreamers out there?
Yup .... turned down a trip to Ikea yesterday so we could be in, and dreaming just the way you described ...
Perfect weather today for dreaming, it inspired me to write the post, so not all bad.
Yes....i do this often..for me its about feeling safe and secure...cozy and peaceful. Would be amazing to have someone to share this with..and of course get down and dirty with in front of roaring fire...
I'm just waiting for the storm to fit a date, can't rely on the weather, lol
Close the heavy velvet curtains and pretend.....lol
You can buy CDs with thunderstorms on them, worth a try, lol
A get some mates to throw pebbles on the roof...lol... (getting silly now.) and if the're very good mates they could be invited indoors for a nite cap...lol"
Nothing wrong with silly, and you added a nice ending. |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw.
Stop it, I'll never get my head out of the clouds, it's amazing how some people have that same image.
The bathroom in this log cabin is covered in pure white cladding panels a roll top free standing bath with a white rattan chair and white lace drapes.
The bedroom has a kingsize four poster bed again, with lace drapes surrounding it. "
Love the sound of the bath, nice and hot whilst listening to the wind and rain. |
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"I dream a lot about, a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow.
A roaring open fire and a cosy white fluffy rug opposite it. With marshmallows punched through metal skewers and pink fizz waiting for us on the side table. A deep aubergine velvet couch, covered in a grey super soft throw.
Lovely. Mine's a little wooden tree house in a huge ancient sycamore, surrounded by the constant whisper of rustling leaves. It overlooks a little wooded dale with a winding stream dancing over rocks, and in the morning mist hangs in the air in the valley bottom. Inside is a shelf bed covered in blankets and quilts, a little stove to keep the chill out, and floor to ceiling books. Heaven."
And that lovely smell of the woods when the rain stop. |
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