So I just woke up from a nice long sleep. I had a very pleasant dream while I was doing it....
So I am at some sort of musical awards show.
Shakira or whatever that really good looking singer's name is is on stage doing some weird goth sounding song with a bunch of back up singers. I somehow get onto the stage and begin gracefully dancing with her. Everyone claps.
During the song some famous black actor, I'm not sure who comes out and hands me a bottle of some sort of liquor. Shakira and I share drinks from the bottle, then kiss passionately to thunderous applause. I lead her off stage and out into the street. she is complaining that one of her back up singers was new and was off-key. I calm her down by telling her it sounded fine.
She wants to go to the beach with me, I say 'sure' and off we go. She decides to take off her shirt on the walk over.
We sit on the beach drinking the bottle of liquor and making out for a good long while, then I wake up.
Now that's a nice fucking dream.
Better than the one I had yesterday where I get attacked by a guard dog at a shopping mall. Much better.
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3that is an excellent dream! and really sort of makes sense. i usually can't piece together mine so well.
last night it was (in part): so i was gonna to go somewhere, i don't know if we were being chased, but i think it's possible (i don't know who we consisted of either but there was another person). we decide to take a hot air balloon then located in the middle a sort of forest (fairly barren but still there were trees) kind of like the one in andrei rublev when there's that killing or whatever. anyway, so before we get in the basket my partner says to look ahead. i see a bunch of people in pointy white hats and some purple hats, kkk style. it's an above view, they are all separated like the trees. i crouch behind the basket and look over to my partner who is now a cat, sort of a main coon (sp?), and i tell the cat to strap himself into the basket before i get in... he begins to do that, because he is a cat person?, and then my dream ends.
last night it was (in part): so i was gonna to go somewhere, i don't know if we were being chased, but i think it's possible (i don't know who we consisted of either but there was another person). we decide to take a hot air balloon then located in the middle a sort of forest (fairly barren but still there were trees) kind of like the one in andrei rublev when there's that killing or whatever. anyway, so before we get in the basket my partner says to look ahead. i see a bunch of people in pointy white hats and some purple hats, kkk style. it's an above view, they are all separated like the trees. i crouch behind the basket and look over to my partner who is now a cat, sort of a main coon (sp?), and i tell the cat to strap himself into the basket before i get in... he begins to do that, because he is a cat person?, and then my dream ends.
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4Funny I had an interesting dream yesterday.
Me and my bro were on vacation and someone breaks in our place. We are with someone from the area. I accidently kill this guy who broke in -shot him- and dismember him and drop the partrs in the water.
Me and bro return from vacation thinking no one will ever know about this. Then I hear the guy we were with gets arrested for killing this guy. I'm shitting because I actually killed the guy and the guy who got arrested knows I did it and I don't know him very well. I was happy to wake up!
Me and my bro were on vacation and someone breaks in our place. We are with someone from the area. I accidently kill this guy who broke in -shot him- and dismember him and drop the partrs in the water.
Me and bro return from vacation thinking no one will ever know about this. Then I hear the guy we were with gets arrested for killing this guy. I'm shitting because I actually killed the guy and the guy who got arrested knows I did it and I don't know him very well. I was happy to wake up!
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5bri2u2002 wrote:Funny I had an interesting dream yesterday.
Me and my bro were on vacation and someone breaks in our place. We are with someone from the area. I accidently kill this guy who broke in -shot him- and dismember him and drop the partrs in the water.
Me and bro return from vacation thinking no one will ever know about this. Then I hear the guy we were with gets arrested for killing this guy. I'm shitting because I actually killed the guy and the guy who got arrested knows I did it and I don't know him very well. I was happy to wake up!
I have that dream pretty often.
Hiding a body.
'sgotta be the ultimate dilemma. I'm so glad when I wake up too.
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6A few nights ago, I had a dream that Steve was my new boss and that my first duty under his supervision was to run a 100 lbs. glob of pasta dough through a pasta machine such that the terms of my employment could be stamped on the sheets of flattened dough.
In the dream, I went home for lunch and a flash flood occurred, melting all of the snow in the front yard and unleashing sundry 20-foot long alligators which would periodically attempt to smash the living room windows with their tails or snouts. For some reason, several of my D.C. friends were staying at my house and they were all terrified and screaming as though the alligators were inside of the house and physically attacking them. I dragged my friend Abby by the arm from the invisible jaws of a phantom gator.
The alligators' attack dithered and had moved across the street when an impish blonde woman with frumpy attire suddenly appeared at the window. My dad refused to let her in because he was convinced that she was a Republican. He finally agreed to provide her refuge in our house, but only if she could approach the gators and pluck the campaign sign of the most liberal candidate for *insert generic political office* from our lawn near the street.
At this point, I woke up incredibly disoriented to the telephone ringing. I suppose that this is the sort of dream that one has when he or she is severely sleep deprived and is awake until 6 AM drinking boxed wine and reading this forum and a lengthy article about New Orleans. Still, I really do enjoy the idea of the pasta contract.
In the dream, I went home for lunch and a flash flood occurred, melting all of the snow in the front yard and unleashing sundry 20-foot long alligators which would periodically attempt to smash the living room windows with their tails or snouts. For some reason, several of my D.C. friends were staying at my house and they were all terrified and screaming as though the alligators were inside of the house and physically attacking them. I dragged my friend Abby by the arm from the invisible jaws of a phantom gator.
The alligators' attack dithered and had moved across the street when an impish blonde woman with frumpy attire suddenly appeared at the window. My dad refused to let her in because he was convinced that she was a Republican. He finally agreed to provide her refuge in our house, but only if she could approach the gators and pluck the campaign sign of the most liberal candidate for *insert generic political office* from our lawn near the street.
At this point, I woke up incredibly disoriented to the telephone ringing. I suppose that this is the sort of dream that one has when he or she is severely sleep deprived and is awake until 6 AM drinking boxed wine and reading this forum and a lengthy article about New Orleans. Still, I really do enjoy the idea of the pasta contract.
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7Mandroid2.0 wrote:Still, I really do enjoy the idea of the pasta contract.
They were so gonna make you sign it with your own... marinara!! MUHUHAHAHAAAAA!!!
I had a dream last night that I had stolen a car and/or bicycle (it was both without being either, I think) and was debating whether to leave it where I was, a couple blocks from where I took it, or drive back and return it to its original location. I weighed the inconvenience of the owner of the vehicle having to find it a couple blocks from home, if at all, versus my inconvenience in having to drive it back and then retrace my path on foot. It was only a couple blocks, so I took it back.
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"The bastards have landed"
www.myspace.com/thechromerobes - now has a couple songs from the new album
www.myspace.com/thechromerobes - now has a couple songs from the new album
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9Yesterday I was late for work. I’d been sat up late drinking and talking with one of my housemates. I set my alarm for six, but woke up at quarter to ten with my alarm in my hand.
So. This morning, I woke up at six, then set my alarm for seven and went back to sleep. I dreamt that I then woke up at quarter to ten. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I said. Then all my colleagues were filing into my house and lining up against my bedroom wall and I was trying to get them to tell my boss that it was a completely unavoidable accident, but they were going ‘no, no.’ So I gave up and went into another room where they weren’t and got into bed with one of my colleagues who is really cool and she made me feel better about it. I was laid with my head on her stomach as…
My alarm went off. Seven o’clock. Not late at all, but exhausted from the stress of the dream. Next time I’ll just make some fucking coffee like a man.
So. This morning, I woke up at six, then set my alarm for seven and went back to sleep. I dreamt that I then woke up at quarter to ten. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I said. Then all my colleagues were filing into my house and lining up against my bedroom wall and I was trying to get them to tell my boss that it was a completely unavoidable accident, but they were going ‘no, no.’ So I gave up and went into another room where they weren’t and got into bed with one of my colleagues who is really cool and she made me feel better about it. I was laid with my head on her stomach as…
My alarm went off. Seven o’clock. Not late at all, but exhausted from the stress of the dream. Next time I’ll just make some fucking coffee like a man.