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What you and dahmage talk about in private is your business.
Don’t listen to him. It’s perfectly natural and fine but it’s not public forum sharing material.
So you’re saying I should start a PM thread?
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What you and dahmage talk about in private is your business.
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Please, spill the details.
I somehow doubt that you truly want me to do that.
I don’t know, teenage sex dreams are pretty intriguing. I’ve had my fair share of 'em.
I’m one of the horniest dudes I know, but for some reason I’ve never had sex dreams, or at last, none that I can remember. I guess the closest I’ve gotten to one is having dreams about being really smooth with girls, but that’s it.
Not enough people read the EU.
I have a psychological V-chip which makes successful sex dreams uncommon. Attempts to do the nasty in the Land of Nod are often stymied or the dreams abruptly cut off before I get anywhere good.
I can’t recall having any sexy dreams.
Anyway…
I had a dream I described The Room to my mother and sister; they both got a kick out of my descriptions of the plot and Tommy Wiseau’s persona. I know in real life, though, they’d never be able to enjoy The Room; “so bad it’s good” is an utterly foreign concept to them.
I ride my bike a lot recreationally. This weekend the trail was quite busy. Last night I had a dream that I was going along the trail, approaching a couple waking a small dog. I couldn’t pass because of oncoming traffic, and for some reason couldn’t stop. I woke up suddenly right before I would’ve run over the dog.
I would put this in my sig if I weren’t so lazy.
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Thanks for unquoting it.
You’re welcome. It’s gone now.
I had a strange dream involving this forum. We found out a long-time poster here had died, and we somehow got his address, got a group together, and went to pay our respects. The widow was there and told us the poster had mentioned us, but then went back inside. My grandmother was there too. I have no idea what to make of this.
I had a strange dream involving this forum. We found out a long-time poster here had died, and we somehow got his address, got a group together, and went to pay our respects. The widow was there and told us the poster had mentioned us, but then went back inside. My grandmother was there too. I have no idea what to make of this.
Who was the poster?
I’m not married, so at least it’s not a premonition of my death.
I would put this in my sig if I weren’t so lazy.
I’m not married, so at least it’s not a premonition of my death.
You’re not married yet, so maybe it’s a premonition of your marriage and then death.
I had a strange dream involving this forum. We found out a long-time poster here had died, and we somehow got his address, got a group together, and went to pay our respects. The widow was there and told us the poster had mentioned us, but then went back inside. My grandmother was there too. I have no idea what to make of this.
Who was the poster?
They weren’t a real poster. They joined the site in 2002, which in reality is impossible.
I had a strange dream involving this forum. We found out a long-time poster here had died, and we somehow got his address, got a group together, and went to pay our respects. The widow was there and told us the poster had mentioned us, but then went back inside. My grandmother was there too. I have no idea what to make of this.
Who was the poster?
They weren’t a real poster. They joined the site in 2002, which in reality is impossible.
Maybe it’s a premonition of time travel. Jay goes back, invents it sooner. I join sooner, get married, and die. Shit.
I would put this in my sig if I weren’t so lazy.
Their name had something to do with penguins.
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I would put this in my sig if I weren’t so lazy.
I’m going to leave out the sexy bits and focus on the nightmarish plot.
For some reason, a clandestine group of Hollywood higher-ups decided that certain movies—chosen arbitrarily—no longer existed. All copies were inexplicably purged from home collections in the middle of the night. I spent a night in a small hotel, and happened to have some of the movies that were banned with me, thus not at home to be destroyed. It was entirely coincidental, as I didn’t know about the purge.
I got a text from someone saying his house was on fire and he needed help, but I kept either passing out or being attacked and knocked out by my brother every time I would try to leave and help him. Eventually I made it to his place, but everything was fine by then.
I had to go back to the high school for some event, and while there, I started catching on to the grand movie conspiracy, because I noticed people disappearing or being murdered just for mentioning the movies that were banned. I went home and saw a disc explode. I figured pretty soon that I was going to die, but when someone arrived to kill me, I killed him first. Then I realized that society was meaningless, and began roaming the streets naked.
Then, it all went crazy. I’m not even sure what was happening, or how to describe it. I almost died several times.
In the end, everything that happened was fake.
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I’m going to leave out the sexy bits and focus on the nightmarish plot.
My latest dream:
Superman was an ordained Catholic priest. He took a demonically possessed teenage girl (who may or may not have been my sister) to a cold, dark, abandoned church with broken doors to perform an exorcism. During the exorcism, the demon periodically hopped into his body, using his great powers to wreck havoc across the land.