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What have you been dreaming?

Started by Rev. Powell, October 10, 2010, 09:38:35 AM

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Rev. Powell

I never dream about members of this board--until last night.

I dreamed I was talking on the phone to Bull about Mardi Gras marching bands in NOLA--Bull played the tuba.   :tongueout:
I'll take you places the hand of man has not yet set foot...

lester1/2jr

In my dream last night I was speaking in a british accent then a real british person happened by so I stopped.

Saucerman

I fed Tina Fey a dozen cupcakes and she loved it. 

indianasmith

Nancy Pelosi was chasing me around the house in "little French maid" lingerie, screaming about the virtues of socialism . . .
"I shall smite you in the nostrils with a rod of iron, and wax your spleen with Efferdent!!"

Rev. Powell

Quote from: indianasmith on October 10, 2010, 01:05:19 PM
Nancy Pelosi was chasing me around the house in "little French maid" lingerie, screaming about the virtues of socialism . . .

Ouch, a repressed fantasy!
I'll take you places the hand of man has not yet set foot...

indianasmith

My dreams frequently have political overtones  . . . . back in 1992 I had a recurring nightmare that Ross Perot was chasing me around Texas Stadium with a giant toothbrush, screaming about the deficit.

Of course, some of my nightmares are more  normal, like the one where the gnomes steal my nose and I have to chase them all through the Vatican to get it back . . .
"I shall smite you in the nostrils with a rod of iron, and wax your spleen with Efferdent!!"

Leah

Quote from: Rev. Powell on October 10, 2010, 09:38:35 AM
I never dream about members of this board--until last night.

I dreamed I was talking on the phone to Bull about Mardi Gras marching bands in NOLA--Bull played the tuba.   :tongueout:

SSSHHHHHHHH, it's a cover up! :bouncegiggle: (actually, I play the drums)

I've been dreaming about dancing duck ninjas in tutus :question: Is my brain okay? :question: :question:
yeah no.

claws

I've had one of my recurring dreams last night: I'm in my room and the wall is torn out by a unknown force. There is a bright floating light shining on me and it turns out to be a hovering UFO. I escape into the living room and see all sorts of flying unknown objects in the night sky through our window.
Shortly after our family and townsfolk are marching across a unknown field surrounded by woods, and we are watching spectacular UFO activity in the sky.
I'm in awe while others appear to be afraid. We arrive at a medical camp of some sorts, at the end of the field, and people are being sucked into UFOs one by one. I can't hardly wait for my turn and soon enough I'm also levitating towards the sky.
Very realistic but odd dream I've had since childhood. Somebody needs to analyze this  :teddyr:

retrorussell

Recently I had a dream that I was a friend of Crispin Glover's (yikes!), and I had just gotten off work on one of my older jobs as a night manager at a department store.  Our side venture was delivering drugs disguised as oatmeal.  Our customer of the day was Helena Bonham Carter, from Fight Club.  We sold it to her in a convenience store.
"O the legend they say, on a Valentine's Day, is a curse that'll live on and on.."

The Burgomaster

I've been dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know . . .
"Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone."

HappyGilmore

I've got this recurring dream involving: I go to a friend's house.  His dad owns a van.  Somebody decides to strap a bomb to the van and sets it for this specific time (cause we gotta drive the van to New Orleans before it explodes.)  So we get to New Orleans and it's Mardi Gras.  We gotta find the owner of this pizza shop because he knows the code to unarm the bomb, as this van is very important for some unGodly reason.  But we then lose him in the night, as there's a parade, gypsies, people in costumes, and Giants knocking over buildings.  Eventually we get the bomb disarmed and we jack the guy for a bunch of pizza and drive back to Philly.  Once back in Philly, we park the van, get out and it still blows the fu*k up. 

Dunno what the dream means, but it's one that I've had since 8 years old, and every so often the center of the story changes, although it always involves a van rigged to blow, New Orleans and giants. :buggedout: :question:
"The path to Heaven runs through miles of clouded Hell."

Don't get too close, it's dark inside.
It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide.

Sleepyskull

I'm all alone. I'm rolling a big doughnut and this snake wearing a vest appears.

My other dream is to find my bike.  :wink:
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world`s original sin. - Oscar Wilde

Umaril The Unfeathered

Quote from: lester1/2jr on October 10, 2010, 09:51:50 AM
In my dream last night I was speaking in a british accent then a real british person happened by so I stopped.

You should have that happen to you in real life...I did  :buggedout:  But he actually told me that I could have fooled the average Newcastle resident because my accent was "way too Geordie" for him, lol

Anyway, my dreams?  For some odd reason, I dreamed that I being chased around a warehouse by these strange monsters, and Sanda (Brown Gargantua from War Of The Gargantuas) showed up. He was around 10' tall, and not the giant from the movie.

He came to my rescue, or so I thought.

After dispatching of the monsters, he began chasing me around the warehouse, with several close calls. Somehow, I was able to leap up onto crates and out of his way each time, until I suddenly had nowhere to go, and then I woke up as he charged me for the final kill.  Weird, huh?
Tam-Riel na nou Sancremath.
Dawn's Beauty is our shining home.

An varlais, nou bala, an kynd, nou latta.
The stars are our power, the sky is our light.

Malatu na nou karan.
Truth is our armor.

Malatu na bala
Truth is power.

Heca, Pellani! Agabaiyane Ehlnadaya!
Be gone, outsiders! I do not fear your mortal gods!

Auri-El na nou ata, ye A, Umaril, an Aran!
Aure-El is our father, and I, Umaril, the king!

Leah

Quote from: Rev. Powell on October 10, 2010, 09:38:35 AM
I never dream about members of this board--until last night.

I dreamed I was talking on the phone to Bull about Mardi Gras marching bands in NOLA--Bull played the tuba.   :tongueout:

It's funny how we both must be connected somehow. I dreamed that both of us were at a Taco Bell and eating Quesodeas. :tongueout:
yeah no.

Rev. Powell

Dreamed my (retired) father was "transferred" to St. Louis.  He showed me the title on his car to prove it was registered in Missouri. 
I'll take you places the hand of man has not yet set foot...