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Dream About Backgammon meanings

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Example: Why is black and white used in lost?

i know its a theme but i was wondering what the meaning is behind it?

Black and white are used to show the two contrasting sides to everything... good/evil, faith/science, honesty/secrets, love/hate, etc...

It is also representative of how there is no grey area, you must pick one side or the other.

There are recurring uses of it with the DHARMA logo, the backgammon pieces, Locke's eyes in a dream that Claire had, and even Rose and Bernard.

It is not something that needs 100% analysis, but is really neat if you like to delve deep into the hidden meaning of things on the show, which I LOVE to do...


Example: What talents do you have? what talents do you want to have?

i don't mean like freakish birth defects like making a cleft with your tongue or bulging out your eyeballs.
For example for me its swimming, ping pong, piano, drawing, baseball (mainly fielding), football (QB/TE), academics, bike riding, skateboarding, iceskating, board games/card games (backgammon, rummy, etc) handball

want to get proficient at : guitar, trumpet, surfing, tennis, baseball (improve as a power hitter), pool/billiards, bowling, golf, archery, fencing

what about you. 10 pts for most interesting/detailed response

Example: Please critique this - is it good writing?

Adolph Hitler’s planes had bombed the cities of Poland and France, as well as several other poor misfortunate cities. Now his armies awaited the call to invade the small island of Britain. As time ran out for Mr Churchill and his cabinet to respond, the authorities hurriedly carried out a mass-evacuation of all children and young adults deemed unfit for the army. Fox Lloyd was amongst them, and he was sitting comfortably on a train, on his way to the countryside where his grandfather lived.

His father was on duty in Africa. His mother was dead; she had been for the last seven years. The memories were still fresh in Fox’s mind however, even if his Aunt had tried fruitlessly to sponge it out of him. Not the kindest of Aunts, she had done her best to get rid of Fox, and now she had the excuse to send him off to Grandpa’s.

It was a miserable journey there, pouring with rain throughout. It was a relief his grandfather had made an effort to be at the station, ready for when the train arrived. They swiftly exchanged greetings as the elderly bearded man helped Fox carry his suitcase to the car. Not long after, the two were comfortably seated by the fire in Grandpa’s cottage, having buttered scones with warm milk.

“Well at least it has its positives,” said Grandpa, bringing in a large plate of even more heavily-buttered scones.
Fox didn’t say anything.
“The war I mean,” he said, before pausing to sit down. “I mean, isn’t it just wonderful? The two of us, having so much fun? Imagine what we could do tomorrow? Or the day after? We have the whole week ahead of us, before your school starts that is.”
“Not likely,” said Fox, glancing at the window now freckled with raindrops.
“Oh, don’t mind the weather. Together, we can do lots of things inside this cosy cottage of ours. Do you like backgammon?”
Fox shook his head.
“Hmm… how about we make something out of some wood I have in the shed?”
“I don’t like carpentry.”
“Agh, don’t sound glum Foxy. You’ll cheer up in the morning. You just wait. We’ll have so much fun together.”
Fox silently finished up all the milk in his mug, and feeling awfully tired from his long journey, almost instantly fell asleep. Though he forgot every detail in the morning, he dreamt he was in the Sahara with his father. They were fleeing a battalion of German Panzers, but soon he realised they were seated on camels. He tried to spur his camel on as the tanks halved the distance between them. He could hear their engines thundering from behind. He turned and chanced a quick glance, but suddenly his heart sunk. His father’s camel was sprawled on the ground, his father trapped underneath. He swung back the reins, getting the camel to gallop to where his father helplessly lay. One tank had stopped, and was swivelling its turret to aim. Fox kicked his camel hard in the shins. The race was on, but it was already a lost cause. The shot was fired and his father was dead, blood gushing out in all directions. The world began to spin for Fox, as he slid off the camel and dipped his hand in his father’s wounds. The next day, he didn’t remember anything.



Obviously, I just set the mood in the first part - the action follows after this. After all, not all good books start with action or dialogue.

Example: How can I condense this story?

I know it's long but could u please read my story? I want to enter a contest with this story but it has to be 500 words or less. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Also, opinions? Okay, here's the story (rough draft) :
Chapter 1: Dreams & Detention
As she looked out at the sea of screaming boys, she hit the last note of her song, and they exploded into applause. But if the song was over, why was the guitar still screaming behind her? She looked back and her guitar player shrugged. Then everything became foggy. As she stumbled out of sleep, she became aware that the insistent beeping was her alarm clock. Groan. Why did she still feel the thrilling warmth of the spotlight on her face? Shelby rolled over and the sunlight shining through her butter yellow curtains stabbed across her bed and bathed her and her bedroom in a pool of golden light.
She climbed sleepily out of bed and thought about her brilliant dream as she pulled on her specially ordered (gag) plaid skirt and cream colored blouse. Then she looked in the mirror and put on her tie. It was a twist she added to make the ugly uniform look cooler. Of course, ties weren’t hard to find around here. That’s because Shelby went to Windoms Preparatory School for Boys where her dad was Headmaster MacPherson.
Shelby made her pastel striped bed and walked across the perfect white carpet to her vanity where she brushed through her long, wavy, blonde curls. Then, she closed her hazel eyes so she could put on some purple eye shadow and applied some blush to her freckly cheeks.
As Shelby heaved her heavy backpack over her shoulder and walked out her bedroom door, she was greeted by the welcoming smell of bacon and eggs. She walked to the marble island in the middle of her grand kitchen and took a perfectly clean fork out of the silverware drawer. Then she dug in to the chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and eggs. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right?
When she had finished stuffing her face and had brushed her teeth, Shelby walked across the beautifully manicured campus to the dorm where her best friend Tad Simons lived. They had all their classes together except math because Tad was in algebra and she was in pre-algebra. Math was Tad’s best subject and Shelby’s worst. Besides that, the two friends were very similar. They both loved pink lemonade, watching muted soap operas so that they could fill in the words with their own, and playing backgammon.
Tad walked out the door and across the 15 or so feet between them waving as he walked down the granite steps of the dorm. He looked gawky and skinny as usual in his too-big uniform with floppy brown hair that brushed the tops of his big brown eyes and covered his ears.
Shelby and Tad started to walk towards the main building and past the great flag pole while they chatted about science homework, because that was their first class.
“Did you do question 8?” Shelby asked desperately, “I couldn’t figure out what it was!”
“Yeah….” Tad paused as he looked through his bag to find the paper, “I got cytoplasm.”
“Ohhhh! That makes much more sense,” Shelby giggled.
“Of course it does,” Tad said smugly and they both cracked up.
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Shelby asked Tad curiously.
“Well, I was planning on going into Boston, but if you had something else in mind, that would be good too,” Tad finished.
At Windoms, or WPSB as the boys called it, they offered trips on the weekends to keep boys occupied while they weren’t in class, since they lived at the school.
“No, Boston sounds good. Can I come with you?” Shelby asked sweetly.
“YES! Of course you can come! Definitely!” Tad blurted before he could stop himself, “I-I mean, sure. That’s cool.”
“Ok….” Shelby said in a slightly wierded out kind of way, “Are you okay Tad?”
“Yeah…I’m great,” he sighed.
Tad was sweating a little now and Shelby could tell he was nervous (but she didn’t know why) because he would put his hair behind his ears, then realize what he was doing and shake his head so that it would go back to its normal position.
They came up to the magnificent door and opened it to walk into the “main structure” which was a building that held all of the classrooms. There was also a cafeteria, which was more like a restaurant, where the boys could eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Most of the boys however, preferred to have a breakfast, and sometimes dinner, of frozen waffles and sausages. They got the packaged treats in their dorm rooms where there were kitchens stocked with frozen foods and treats, a microwave, a toaster oven, and a refrigerator. Outside of the school, there were seven other buildings. They were the three dorms, one teacher housing building, the library, the gym, and Shelby and her dad’s house.
Once inside, the pair ambled into their science teacher, Mr.Markson’s room. He was a short wrinkly man with silvery gray curls in a ring around his head. He had green eyes that glinted like emeralds peeki

Example: Do you like the beginning of my story?

Adolph Hitler’s planes had bombed the cities of Poland and France, as well as several other poor misfortunate cities. Now his armies awaited the call to invade the small island of Britain. As time ran out for Mr Churchill and his cabinet to respond, the authorities hurriedly carried out a mass-evacuation of all children and young adults deemed unfit for the army. Fox Lloyd was amongst them, and he was sitting comfortably on a train, on his way to the countryside where his grandfather lived.

His father was on duty in Africa. His mother was dead; she had been for the last seven years. The memories were still fresh in Fox’s mind however, even if his Aunt had tried her best to sponge it out of him. Not the best of Aunts, she had done her best to get rid of Fox, and now she had the excuse to send him off to Grandpa’s.

It was a miserable journey there, pouring with rain throughout. It was a relief his grandfather had made an effort to be at the station, ready for when the train arrived. They swiftly exchanged greetings as the elderly bearded man helped Fox carry his suitcase to the car. Not long after, the two were comfortably seated by the fire in Grandpa’s cottage, having buttered scones with warm milk.

“Well at least it has its positives,” said Grandpa, bringing in a large plate of even more heavily-buttered scones.
Fox didn’t say anything.
“The war I mean,” he said, before pausing to sit down. “I mean, isn’t it just wonderful? The two of us, having so much fun? Imagine what we could do tomorrow? Or the day after? We have the whole week ahead of us, before your school starts that is.”
“Not likely,” said Fox, glancing at the window now freckled with raindrops.
“Oh, don’t mind the weather. Together, we can do lots of things inside this cosy cottage of ours. Do you like backgammon?”
Fox shook his head.
“Hmm… how about we make something out of some wood I have in the shed?”
“I don’t like carpentry.”
“Agh, don’t sound glum Foxy. You’ll cheer up in the morning. You just wait. We’ll have so much fun together.”
Fox silently finished up all the milk in his mug, and feeling awfully tired from his long journey, almost instantly fell asleep. Though he forgot every detail in the morning, he dreamt he was in the Sahara with his father. They were fleeing a battalion of German Panzers, but soon he realised they were seated on camels. He tried to spur his camel on as the tanks halved the distance between them. He could hear their engines thundering from behind. He turned and chanced a quick glance, but suddenly his heart sunk. His father’s camel was sprawled on the ground, his father trapped underneath. He swung back the reins, getting the camel to gallop to where his father helplessly lay. One tank had stopped, and was swivelling its turret to aim. Fox kicked his camel hard in the shins. The race was on, but it was already a lost cause. The shot was fired and his father was dead, blood gushing out in all directions. The world began to spin for Fox, as he slid off the camel and dipped his hand in his father’s wounds. The next day, he didn’t remember anything.



Obviously, I just set the mood in the first part - the action follows after this.

Example: Do you like the beginning of my story?

Adolph Hitler’s planes had bombed the cities of Poland and France, as well as several other poor misfortunate cities. Now his armies awaited the call to invade the small island of Britain. As time ran out for Mr Churchill and his cabinet to respond, the authorities hurriedly carried out a mass-evacuation of all children and young adults deemed unfit for the army. Fox Lloyd was amongst them, and he was sitting comfortably on a train, on his way to the countryside where his grandfather lived.

His father was on duty in Africa. His mother was dead; she had been for the last seven years. The memories were still fresh in Fox’s mind however, even if his Aunt had tried her best to sponge it out of him. Not the best of Aunts, she had done her best to get rid of Fox, and now she had the excuse to send him off to Grandpa’s.

It was a miserable journey there, pouring with rain throughout. It was a relief his grandfather had made an effort to be at the station, ready for when the train arrived. They swiftly exchanged greetings as the elderly bearded man helped Fox carry his suitcase to the car. Not long after, the two were comfortably seated by the fire in Grandpa’s cottage, having buttered scones with warm milk.

“Well at least it has its positives,” said Grandpa, bringing in a large plate of even more heavily-buttered scones.
Fox didn’t say anything.
“The war I mean,” he said, before pausing to sit down. “I mean, isn’t it just wonderful? The two of us, having so much fun? Imagine what we could do tomorrow? Or the day after? We have the whole week ahead of us, before your school starts that is.”
“Not likely,” said Fox, glancing at the window now freckled with raindrops.
“Oh, don’t mind the weather. Together, we can do lots of things inside this cosy cottage of ours. Do you like backgammon?”
Fox shook his head.
“Hmm… how about we make something out of some wood I have in the shed?”
“I don’t like carpentry.”
“Agh, don’t sound glum Foxy. You’ll cheer up in the morning. You just wait. We’ll have so much fun together.”
Fox silently finished up all the milk in his mug, and feeling awfully tired from his long journey, almost instantly fell asleep. Though he forgot every detail in the morning, he dreamt he was in the Sahara with his father. They were fleeing a battalion of German Panzers, but soon he realised they were seated on camels. He tried to spur his camel on as the tanks halved the distance between them. He could hear their engines thundering from behind. He turned and chanced a quick glance, but suddenly his heart sunk. His father’s camel was sprawled on the ground, his father trapped underneath. He swung back the reins, getting the camel to gallop to where his father helplessly lay. One tank had stopped, and was swivelling its turret to aim. Fox kicked his camel hard in the shins. The race was on, but it was already a lost cause. The shot was fired and his father was dead, blood gushing out in all directions. The world began to spin for Fox, as he slid off the camel and dipped his hand in his father’s wounds. The next day, he didn’t remember anything.



Obviously, I just set the mood in the first part - the action follows after this. After all, not all good books start with action or dialogue.

Example: Who is Benjamin Linus?

ok well this question isn't really about Benjamin... i just want to hear lost fans' theories on the smoke monster... and why women can't give birth

my theories are... the monster kills you if you can't forgive yourself for your sins... and i think when Benjamin Linus killed the Dharma initiative with the gas some of it is still there... or maybe because the island is always moving

Example: What can i do in the summer?

you know about the holidays and travels

Example: What do you think is going to happen on the final season of Lost?

Im not sure but I will like know what people think.

Example: Who's ready for Lost Season 6?

I am sooo ready for the 6th season to start.

Has anyone come up with any new theories about what's going on?

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