Discussion in 'Community' started by Darth Tunes, Sep 8, 2012.
Dreams are real, say scientists
You guys really have to start staying out of my dreams.
I was having all sorts of strange electrical problems. When I got home from work and turned on the kitchen lights the blender started. The microwave start button started my vacuum cleaner and so forth. Finally deciding to go to the basement to check the circuit breakers, I found gabe down there re-wiring the house and Vivec was his apprentice. Thing was they were dressed as Mario and Luigi.
Wait, where is the baby dragon?
But Mario and Luigi are plumbers, not electricians!
I know. It made as much sense as the two of you being in my basement!
Sure, like you've never kept people in your basement before
No one can prove a thing!
"healer" leona. waiting for the stockholm syndrome to kick in
I had a dream a few sleeps ago in which I was a passenger in a car driven by Clint Eastwood, who began shooting at people at one point, despite still driving the car.
Well it certainly sounds like Dirty Harry.
Was this one of those romantic dreams?
No. Just a weird one this time. Unless there was some underlying point I missed or forgot.
This post kinda relates to my hate-watch thread, but here goes: One night a couple months back, the last thing I watched before going to bed was Ancient Aliens, and I had dreams filled with grey aliens.
If only I was watching a softcore porno...
Ugh, hate dreaming about spiders! *shivers*
For a couple of years I was either not dreaming much or never remembered them. Lately, though they are very vivid.
Last night dreamt of seeing another Paul McCartney concert, only this time he was caught lip syncing. People started throwing rotten vegetables at him and he nearly drown in the pile of them before Deadpool pulled him out and kidnapped him. I left the concert convinced Deadpool was merely a distraction from his lip syncing.
Dreamed last night that a happily married friend of mine invited me along as he went out to stalk his wife for some reason. I was riding along with him in his car telling him how dumb of an idea it was and then I woke up.
Dreamt it was my daughter's wedding. Son was there, but he was a pixie wearing a wookiee costume. JP30 surprised me by showing up with his wife. Her and I had great fun on the dance floor until Sammy David Junior came in and stole the show.
I dreamt that I was friends with this creepy cult, but I didn't realize this until the end of the dream. Then it became a lucid dream for some reason.
Last night, I had a dream where I was a woman wearing a dress. I don't know what brought that about (maybe it was that English girls' boarding school movie I watched), but it's got me thinking: do guys who don't normally have transvestite or transsexual impulses have them, even just a little teeny tiny bit, and that's where that's coming from?
I almost never remember my dreams.
i dreamed that wocky liked my post. i think i printed it out and framed it. i'm not kidding.
I dreamed that I was on a family day trip and we decided to take a walk at a cemetery, of all things. I remember it was snowing but everyone was wearing their summer clothes and I had no shoes on. For some reason I stayed behind and was unable to find everyone and spent the rest of my dream wandering among the snow-covered tombstones and statues.