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I say, old bean, I am quite partial to sampling some posterior and mammaries.
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The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse. — Page 5
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This afternoon I took a nap (for about two and 1/2 hours) and I had a strange dream that I only remember some brief moments of. I was laying on the floor somewhere next to a friend of mine and my dog approached us and walked around us for a while before falling on to the floor with us. Then I climbed over my friend to grab the dog. Then everything went black, and I felt a plastic bottle in my hand.
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I dreamt I had a school teacher who photographed the multiverse. All the Earths lined up in a row.
He made us try to fit five large seats on tiny paper cars.
If a school teacher pulled that today he’d be fired and probably spend the night in jail.
The Person in Question
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I had a terrible nightmare. I went to the shop and bought a DVD copy of Star Wars but when I played it at home it had some terrible new effects and re-added shots. I requested a refund and bought BR but it had the same changes too! And the original theatrcial release wasn’t available, except one release which was non-anamorphic laserdisc transfer with shit colors.
Man thank god that’s not a reality.
wait…
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I had a terrible nightmare. I went to the shop and bought a DVD copy of Star Wars but when I played it at home it had some terrible new effects and re-added shots. I requested a refund and bought BR but it had the same changes too! And the original theatrcial release wasn’t available, except one release which was non-anamorphic laserdisc transfer with shit colors.
Man thank god that’s not a reality.
wait…
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I had a dream that I was in a car with my brother driving in a snowstorm on a mountain and he lost control and the car went over edge, but it had a parachute built-in and I triggered it while everyone else was panicking, so it was okay.
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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I had a dream recently where I went into this cool bookstore that had all these awesome books I wanted to buy, but something kept me from buying them. I ended the dream in the throes of biblio-lust unsatiated.
Believe it or not, but this is a reoccurring theme in my dreams: going into a book/video store fulls of titles I want to buy but are prevented from buying.
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I took a nap today, ended up having a most memorable dream.
It began with me hanging out with my son. He was about three or four, and looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I was feeling very happy, joyful 'cause I was married; though she didn’t make an appearance in the dream, I knew right away who my wife was.
Then the dream got weird. A witch showed up, threatening to harm my son. At that point I transformed into Ash from the Evil Dead series, picked up an old musket with a bayonet attached at the end, and stabbed the witch through the eye and out the back of her head, pinning her to the wall behind her. That’s when a second Ash showed up and began dismembering her with a chainsaw.
The dream then realigned, and I found myself a teenager back in high school. As I got off the bus at school, there was this incredibly hot girl standing there on the sidewalk. She was brunette (or was she blonde?), muscular (lean, though, not beefed up like a bodybuilder), and she was wearing jean cutoffs and a small tank top. I sat down with her on the sidewalk, began feeling her up, and was getting ready to have sex right then and there with her in public when my psychological V-chip engaged and the dream came to an abrupt close.
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I took a nap today, ended up having a most memorable dream.
It began with me hanging out with my son. He was about three or four, and looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I was feeling very happy, joyful 'cause I was married; though she didn’t make an appearance in the dream, I knew right away who my wife was.
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I took a nap today, ended up having a most memorable dream.
It began with me hanging out with my son. He was about three or four, and looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I was feeling very happy, joyful 'cause I was married; though she didn’t make an appearance in the dream, I knew right away who my wife was.
Then the dream got weird. A witch showed up, threatening to harm my son. At that point I transformed into Ash from the Evil Dead series, picked up an old musket with a bayonet attached at the end, and stabbed the witch through the eye and out the back of her head, pinning her to the wall behind her. That’s when a second Ash showed up and began dismembering her with a chainsaw.
The dream then realigned, and I found myself a teenager back in high school. As I got off the bus at school, there was this incredibly hot girl standing there on the sidewalk. She was brunette (or was she blonde?), muscular (lean, though, not beefed up like a bodybuilder), and she was wearing jean cutoffs and a small tank top. I sat down with her on the sidewalk, began feeling her up, and was getting ready to have sex right then and there with her in public when my psychological V-chip engaged and the dream came to an abrupt close.
Cool.
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Why don’t women hang out here again?
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Because they don’t remember their dreams?
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Why don’t women hang out here again?
We just need their dreams.
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I had a dream that I was dying. I don’t know why I was dying, but I was. I was lying on a mattress on the floor and I started to see statistics of my life (as if life was a video game). People standing around me were talking about people long dead and keeping “old country death traditions” in the way they told me goodbye (involving lots of prayers, speeches, and tiny pillows). The whole time, I thought of my grandmother, who passed in March (actually died, not just in the dream). When my dog approached me and I began petting her, I woke up.
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Ugh. Probably the worst dream you can have:
Waking up, doing your morning routine (hygiene, breakfast, getting dresses), heading out to work, working for like 6 hours and then waking up and realizing it was all a dream. But you’re tired anyway as if you actually worked for 6 hours and you have got the entire 8 hour long shift ahead of you.
FFS I hate my brain.
That ain’t shit. The worst dreams are almost sex dreams.
Sex dreams are the best dreams
Until you wake up
and plus I said
Lord Haseo said:
That ain’t shit. The worst dreams are almost sex dreams.as in you’re just about to get some ass and then you wake up. Last time it happened to me I was a quarter second into squeezing a titty then I got too excited and woke up.
But I’m sure there’s no women here because they aren’t into Star Wars.
I really don’t want women who are uptight here anyway. I would hope that women who wouldn’t see anything resembling expressing one’s sexuality as being crude, juvenile or disgusting would join our ranks so that people could loosen up a bit. Jesus Christ we’re not in the presence of our Grandmothers on this site.
No wonder you’re only getting ass and titties in your dreams.
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He only wants whores here.
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Last night I dreamt I collapsed in the street and a couple of American chaps carried me into their flat to allow me to recover. I went to use their bathroom but their toilet basin was full of large carp swimming around so I peed in the sink.
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There was carp in the toilet? I thought that’s where it belongs?
Ceci n’est pas une signature.
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I think he meant a large crap swimming around. Easy mistake to make, probably an auto correction by his phone. Obviously a large crap belongs in the ocean so that’s why it was such a weird dream.
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No it was the big goldfish. Lots of different colours actually but I couldn’t piss on them.
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Flush them and they’ll go their rightful place.
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It was a dream but I didn’t want to condemn them to the sewer either.
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All drains lead to the ocean. Eventually.
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Some go via mechanical sifting devices or chemical cleaning tanks. And it was a dream. It happened in my head, while I was asleep. Dig?
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Digged.