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This is the thread where I will judge your stories of mystery and will make fair judgments and rule in someones favor, granting resolve to the conflicts that arise on JazzFanz or in your personal lives.


Let the first case be heard.
 
Would the courtroom please rise for the honorable Hack-bro.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0F-IHwgC-Q
 
Okay...

When I was about 7 years old (circa 1980's) I had a ghetto blaster that had been my main xmas gift that year. It was sitting about a foot from my bed. We lived in a house which was, at the time, just shy of 100 years old, in Salt Lake proper. It was sitting on an old wooden step stool. I was trying to fall asleep, but as a youth I always had a very hard time falling asleep and often had unusual experiences that kept me awake. The blaster was sitting so that it hung over the edge of the stool a little bit. As I lay there looking directly at it it moved... It made a 90deg turn in one sudden movement. My eyes shot open. I was honestly terrified. I sat there for as long as I could starring at it before I eventually fell asleep. I never touched the blaster again. I'd give it a wide berth when moving around my room. Eventually my mom told me I needed to clean my room. I did with the exception of the blaster. She saw it and told me I needed to clean it up. After she left the room I went and found a hammer. I ran back to my room and grabbed the blaster, ran to the back yard, threw the damned object in the dirt and proceeded to smash it to bits with the hammer in a mad fury.

So...

was the ghetto blaster cursed?

or

is gamface bat**** crazy?

Thanks Hack!
 
Gameface said:
Okay...

When I was about 7 years old (circa 1980's) I had a ghetto blaster that had been my main xmas gift that year. It was sitting about a foot from my bed. We lived in a house which was, at the time, just shy of 100 years old, in Salt Lake proper. It was sitting on an old wooden step stool. I was trying to fall asleep, but as a youth I always had a very hard time falling asleep and often had unusual experiences that kept me awake. The blaster was sitting so that it hung over the edge of the stool a little bit. As I lay there looking directly at it it moved... It made a 90deg turn in one sudden movement. My eyes shot open. I was honestly terrified. I sat there for as long as I could starring at it before I eventually fell asleep. I never touched the blaster again. I'd give it a wide berth when moving around my room. Eventually my mom told me I needed to clean my room. I did with the exception of the blaster. She saw it and told me I needed to clean it up. After she left the room I went and found a hammer. I ran back to my room and grabbed the blaster, ran to the back yard, threw the damned object in the dirt and proceeded to smash it to bits with the hammer in a mad fury.

So...

was the ghetto blaster cursed?

or

is gamface bat**** crazy?

Thanks Hack!
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What you were experiencing was a condition called Hypnagogia. Hypnagogia is the experience you have when you are either falling asleep (but not quite asleep) or waking up (but not quite awake). Other terms for it include: “visions of half-sleep”, “the borderland of sleep”, “half-dream state” and “dreamlets”. The hypnagogic state can be characterised by many sensory experiences. These experiences can range from the subtle and vague, to the downright intense and hallucinatory. It can include visions: seeing colours, shapes, faces, landscapes and other three-dimensional imagery. Unlike dreams, however, these sights have no narrative to them; that is, they do not tell a meaningful story. I experience this all the time and it usually consists of interacting with people, but with no context to it. A lot of the time, the visual experience is nightmarish, but because I am not in a deep sleep I can open my eyes and I am fully awake.

It means it didn't happen. You hallucinated it all because your brain released a chemical called DMT and it tricked you into thinking something was real that isnt.



Case closed


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Hack said:
What you were experiencing was a condition called Hypnagogia. Hypnagogia*is the experience you have when you are either falling asleep (but not quite asleep) or waking up (but not quite awake). Other terms for it include: “visions of half-sleep”, “the borderland of sleep”, “half-dream state” and “dreamlets”. The hypnagogic state can be characterised by many sensory experiences. These experiences can range from the subtle and vague, to the downright intense and hallucinatory. It can include visions: seeing colours, shapes, faces, landscapes and other three-dimensional imagery. Unlike dreams, however, these sights have no narrative to them; that is, they do not tell a meaningful story. I experience this all the time and it usually consists of interacting with people, but with no context to it. A lot of the time, the visual experience is nightmarish, but because I am not in a deep sleep I can open my eyes and I am fully awake.

It means it didn't happen. You hallucinated it all because ypur brain released a chemical called DMT and it tricked you into thinking something was real that isnt.
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So I probably shouldn't have destroyed my ghetto blaster, then?
 
Gameface said:
So I probably shouldn't have destroyed my ghetto blaster, then?
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No. That was a waste of money. You should have confronted your fears and put it in the bed with you while you slept. It could have been a major step in growth. But instead, it more than likely scarred you and shaped your thinking for years.
 
Hack said:
No. That was a waste of money. You should have confronted your fears and put it in the bed with you while you slept. It could have been a major step in growth. But instead, it more than likely scarred you and shaped your thinking for years.
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Probably why I'm atheist now, tbpfhwy.
 
First case was quite a success........ I feel like gameface is a better person for this.

Enjoyable read too.... Someone else give hack another one
 
I let a big tongan dude borrow my Walkman once when I was high school age and then when I asked for it back at the end of the day he didn't want to give it back to me.
I pressed him about it and then he smashed it on the ground in front of me.

I was definitely didn't want to fight him but I didn't want to get punked like a bitch either so I loaded up with a monster right hook that landed to perfection spinning him around....... My hand hurt like hell from the punch and then the tongan dude turned back around and I realized that my punch barely fazed him.

He took me down and proceeded to ground and pound the **** outta me until the fight was broken up (thank god)

Should I have just cut my losses and allowed him to get away with breaking my Walkman and makin me look like a bitch (since I ended up lookin like a bitch anyway as he whooped my ***) and saved myself some pain......... or did I do the right thing by defending my pride/honor?
Or maybe I should have kicked him in the nutz.

(by the way, it was a discman not a cassette tape Walkman if that makes any difference)
 
fishonjazz said:
I let a big tongan dude borrow my Walkman once when I was high school age and then when I asked for it back at the end of the day he didn't want to give it back to me.
I pressed him about it and then he smashed it on the ground in front of me.

I was definitely didn't want to fight him but I didn't want to get punked like a bitch either so I loaded up with a monster right hook that landed to perfection spinning him around....... My hand hurt like hell from the punch and then the tongan dude turned back around and I realized that my punch barely fazed him.

He took me down and proceeded to ground and pound the **** outta me until the fight was broken up (thank god)

Should I have just cut my losses and allowed him to get away with breaking my Walkman and makin me look like a bitch (since I ended up lookin like a bitch anyway as he whooped my ***) and saved myself some pain......... or did I do the right thing by defending my pride/honor?
Or maybe I should have kicked him in the nutz.

(by the way, it was a discman not a cassette tape Walkman if that makes any difference)
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My guess is no one messed with you after this incident. If I'm right, no need for Hack - there's your answer.
 
candrew said:
My guess is no one messed with you after this incident. If I'm right, no need for Hack - there's your answer.
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This is true

Sure was painful though
 
Your only mistake was not following your right hook with a swift kick to the cajones.
 
fishonjazz said:
I let a big tongan dude borrow my Walkman once when I was high school age and then when I asked for it back at the end of the day he didn't want to give it back to me.
I pressed him about it and then he smashed it on the ground in front of me.

I was definitely didn't want to fight him but I didn't want to get punked like a bitch either so I loaded up with a monster right hook that landed to perfection spinning him around....... My hand hurt like hell from the punch and then the tongan dude turned back around and I realized that my punch barely fazed him.

He took me down and proceeded to ground and pound the **** outta me until the fight was broken up (thank god)

Should I have just cut my losses and allowed him to get away with breaking my Walkman and makin me look like a bitch (since I ended up lookin like a bitch anyway as he whooped my ***) and saved myself some pain......... or did I do the right thing by defending my pride/honor?
Or maybe I should have kicked him in the nutz.

(by the way, it was a discman not a cassette tape Walkman if that makes any difference)
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awesome story. I remember being so scared of all the poly kids in kearns growing up. Did you go to Kearns high? My whole family went there, but I went to Copper Hills because my family moved to West Jordan.
 
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