I dreamed about jjreason last night

[anarky]

Happy to be of assistance.

[anarky]

I had an odd one last night. My wife and I were housesitting for a friend of mine who lives in VA. I don't remember a whole lot, except that all the food in the fridge was rotten. Oh, and I'd fallen asleep in the upstairs bedroom, and woke up in the middle of the night to find that an ex-girlfriend (of the "no-puttus-outus" variety) and Diabolical had gotten in bed with me. (DB didn't look like DB, but like a real life version of the avatar he used at wallcrawlersweb, with the kid riding the rocket.) They both wanted to talk about the weather, and directions to Kings Dominion (an amusement park in VA), and I was afraid Mrs Anarky would come in and mistakenly think I was cheating.

[Double_G]

I had a weird dream the other night...

I was in first grade, riding the bus to school, and all of a sudden the bus parked in front of a ramp. The ramp was facing the side of the bus. And next thing you know, this old blind black guy riding on a minibike is heading full speed towards the ramp. He makes the jump and collides right into the bus. All the kids start laughing. The black guy is laying still, flat on his back with a huge smile on his face. The bus driver tells us to "Shut up! Stop laughing! The man's dead!"

And then the dream ended. Weird, huh?

[Sambo]

I had a weird dream the other night...

I was in first grade, riding the bus to school, and all of a sudden the bus parked in front of a ramp. The ramp was facing the side of the bus. And next thing you know,this old blind black guy riding on a minibike is heading full speed towards the ramp. He makes the jump and collides right into the bus. All the kids start laughing. The black guyis laying still, flat on his back with a huge smile on his face. The bus driver tells us to "Shut up! Stop laughing! The man's dead!"

And then the dream ended. Weird, huh?

Why he gotta be a black man? Huh?? What's up wit dat, whitey?? DANG!

[Double_G]

Why he gotta be a black man? Huh?? What's up wit dat, whitey?? DANG!

That's just the way it is....(things'll never be the same)

[Senor JabbaJohnL]

I just realized that I haven't had dreams for at least a few weeks (or I don't remember them). The last SW-related one (maybe one of the most recent ones at all) was me in a Walgreens-type store, randomly finding a McQuarrie Chewbacca behind some kind of non-SW display. The card was a giant picture of the freaky Batboy-style picture's face, cut out around the top of his head.

And I still haven't found that goddamn figure . . .

[anarky]

I had a dream last night where I was paid a lot of money to give blowjob lessons to teenaged girls.

The weird thing is, the teaching would always involve them cutting a hole in the side of a full milkshake cup and demonstrating how they thought it should be done by sticking a hot dog in the milkshake-oozing hole. Then I'd say, "No, no, no, you've got it all wrong! Didn't you listen to anything I said in class? Open your mouth." Only it wasn't the hot dog that got stuck in their mouths.

The only other detail I can recall is visiting my parents, who lived in a haunted house in the desert in Florida, and who had a guest bathroom big enough to play volleyball in.

[jjreason]

I don't seem to ever remember my dreams. Is that from not getting enough sleep?

You guys that always remember them - or remember them so often - are you sleeping 8hrs per night or longer? I never seem to hit that magical number.

[anarky]

Uh, weird, I didn't include a link in that post. Is one of the mods in a silly mood and needing a bitch-slap?

[anarky]

Last night, I dreamed I was living in a Target in a ghetto. Tycho and DNA came to look at GIJoe figures. DNA went to the bathroom, and Tycho borrowed my computer for an hour. Then he went to the bathroom. Five hours later, they hadn't come out. I was getting mad, because I had to go home, but DNA had handed me a Cobra Commander to hold onto. (Yeah, I know I said I lived in the Target; that's how dreams go.)

I tried to use my computer, and Tycho had changed all the display settings. Finally, he came out, but he was shocked DNA hadn't. However, I learned that the bathrooms in this particular Target were massive locker rooms that linked to a full-sized sports arena in the back.

So I was carrying around this Cobra Commander figure, not sure what to do with it. My dad came up with a shopping cart and offered to give my brother and me a ride home. So he was pushing the cart down train tracks, and it was all bouncy, and I kept warning him that a train might come. He finally came off the tracks and onto a sidewalk, and I got out, but my brother wanted to push the cart on the tracks. No sooner had he started than a Ferrarri came down the tracks toward him. He threw the cart ahead, but the Ferrarri plowed through it, then hit him going about 5 MPH or so. I ran to his side, but he was paralyzed, and his arms and legs had turned to mush. (No other visible injuries, and he was conscious.) I went to beat up the dudes in the car, but my mom said they were struggling comedians (I never saw them), and it was bad enough that they weren't going to be able to be funny later.

So, jump ahead. I'm now a prisoner (not sure how) and am forced to ride cross-country in a Pinto station wagon with this amazingly hot brunette FBI officer. We stop at this restaurant in Texas (in an area that looks strangely like areas of Philadelphia) that's supposed to have the best grilled chicken in the world. She leaves me in a crowded seating area, tells me that (being a prisoner) I have no money and won't be able to eat, and goes to the counter. A few minutes later, this couple comes to a table with a massive heap of grilled boneless chicken breasts and huge french fries. I ask if I can buy some (I suppose I forgot I had no money?). They laugh and tell me to join them. A minute later, the FBI agent comes back to the table with drinks for all of us, laughs, and asks if I really thought she wasn't going to let me eat.

Turns out this couple is the owner and her husband. A cameraman from Food Network comes up and asks if he can film us. We agree, and I drink some root beer (and, for some reason, everyone comments on how amazingly huge the glass is, though it seems normal to me). I start eating the chicken, and it's amazingly good. We're trying to figure out the secret ingredients (which the owner doesn't seem to know), and are sure of lemon pepper. Another guy, who's now supposed to be the owner, walks up and tells us the secret ingredient is seasoning the chicken with ground-up McDonald's breakfast sausage. I put another piece in my mouth, and the (former) owner turns pale and says it looked like there was something dead in the chicken. I think not much of it, since chicken is normally dead when you eat it. But they convince me to take the bite out without chewing it, and it's a rat head with another rat's tail in its mouth. The (new) owner says something about a motherfucking rat stampede.

I'm sick to my stomach and run into the bathroom (another huge locker-room setting, for some reason). It's incredibly crowded--like 50 people in line--but I shoot for one of the two sinks and start vomiting. People keep coming up to wash their hands in the other sink, and I keep on telling them, "Dude, you might want to wait. I'm going to get puke on your shoes."

And that's how it ended.

Weird, huh?

[Ran]

Weird, huh?

Yes.

[mabudon]

Funny, I had 2 really weird, long vivid dreams last night too- only one of them sexual even, but no actual sex happened...

But I'm not sure any of them were quite so fucked up as that

The one I remember best I was at a party with a lot of folks who don't know each other in real life but they were all getting along real well. The house was similar to the one the "hostess" in the dream used to live in, but it had 2 front doors off the front porch, one of which was a patio-style door that went straight into the living room

Wwe were watching something, and I can't remember what came up but I had to go home and get something (I think) so I decided to go catch a bus (this house is about a 5 minutes walk so the bus thing makes NO sense, it's take at least 20 minutes on a bus)

I catch the bus and I'm riding, and for some reason it's like in a feel-good pan-shot from a Michael Bay movie where every where I look someone is smiling at me and saying "how'ya doin" and shit

And while this rtoue would in real life be 10 minutes long past a couple of plazas, we're on this parkway and it's raining and there's some leftover snow... the busdriver says something I can't quite make out but I know it's crazy, then I get this feeling of dread

All of a sudden the "feel good" glances turn to looks of a mutual fear, everyone starts doing that hushed busy-talk" (where there's just multiple "Whaaaa" and "oh what's that" like REAL bad soundwork in a lot of films when something "shocking" happens in public)

The bus veers off the road into this embankment and is AIRBORNE but like in a Duke-boys "NO WORRIES" kind of way- everything bus-wise is also moving real slow but time is moving normally amongst the passengers

suddenly everything's time-synched again-right as the bus touches down safely on the sidewalk next to this park, everyone is super relieved, but the driver yells "This way's faster" and guns the engine
he loses control and the bus starts into a slow-mo spin and smacks into an inevitable tree and this woman falls out of the bus somehow but she is the ONLY casualty, and it looks SO silly everyone (including the victim) laughs

Suddenly the buss is speeding again the same way as before and the SAME sequence happens again, only I'm looking right at the lady and it IS hilarious (if impossible)

Damn this is gonna have to be a two parter, the double decker bus and the Head of Sony corp (I think) plus the fences to jump- the rest makes much less sense

[Double_G]

Goddamn, I had a fucked up dream last night too. But mine had a great cameo from The Deuce, believe it or not. God's honest truth.

I was in Wendy's and I had just recieved my order of food. I was walking to a seat and all of a sudden this old mailman (who sort of looked like Mr. Rogers) walks up to me and knocks my tray out of my hands. Instead of verbally confronting the guy, I just decked him in the face and knocked him out cold. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at me in shock. Some woman screamed "Oh my god! Call the cops!" At this point, I ran out the door. I think I jumped over a fence, and the next thing I knew I was in some city dump. Probably in Jersey, but I digress. I jump from the fence into a pile of used syringes. The whole fucking yard is filled with them. And I'm not wearing shoes. Why? No reason. I trudge through piles of syringes looking for an exit and, lo and behold, on top of one pile of syringes I see a Vintage 2-1B figure. I pick him up and I hear the song that Annie Lennox sang during the end credits of "Return of the King". And then my alarm went off.

I always get fucked up dreams like that when I get at least ten hours' sleep.

[mabudon]

That's fuckin strange no?? I usually have semi-odd dreams, kinda variations on shit I've done, watched etc, but for three of us (and Elf had a REALLY weird dream about me sawing up this family of four without shedding blood and somehow trying to arrange them into a way where it looked like they killed each other in our kitchen, which lead to her finally saying "this does NOT look like they killed each other" cos I'd cut them each into like a dozen pieces, and she said we'd have to run away and I replied "you're gonna suck my dick forever", then our buddies showed up and FLIPPED out but I said I didn't know shit about it, so we went back in the living room and partied)

To be having odd dreams on the same night... just kinda weird

[The Grip]

Ah, too, had a vairay, how you say? Unusuell dream last naht. Ah dreamed Ah vas focking your mothair vhiles Ah fell from zee aeroplane. Undt Ah hit zee ground, veec voke me op. So Ah rolled ovair undt focked your mothair for real, ho ho ho ho!