Very funny.Quote:
Originally Posted by ranma187
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Very funny.Quote:
Originally Posted by ranma187
the one about dad punching Robert
arggggggh the one about having to perform something that I didn't know
it was like a christmas play thing, and I think I was playing the part of an angel/narrator, and I didn't know the words and the one and only rehearsal was like 1 hour before the performance and I had no time to learn my part, so I was taking my score and taping parts of it everywhere so I'd have 'cheat sheets' but my score kept disappearing or I'd have it but I couldn't find the pages where my part was
I @^%#$ing HATE those
then one about my mom trying to have a birthday party for me and Will but then she called me (while I was in a porn shop haha) and said "Ohh, Will's in Florida right now and there's a hurricane and I'm worried about him so, I'm sorry but the party is off and I need to go to the dollar store" but I knew that the dollar store meant she was going to go get booze and get fucked up somewhere so I was screaming and screaaaaming at her on the phone "DON'T LIE TO ME DON'T FUCKING LIE TO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! 3;"
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I always seem to have dreams about being forced into doing a show or play minutes before without even being told the lines.
I guess its a reflection of how nervous i get right before doing shows or goin infront of the camera in real life or how i always seem to get dragged into shows.
- grapes at $10 / pound...then at $17 / pound, accompanied by the pressure to buy more fruit.
The grocery store was being particularly difficult in general.
Me mom and Chris were in Manhattan and we went to an aquarium they had there. We saw a huge tank filled with sharks, so we wanted Chris to see them because he loves sharks. But then I noticed that the sharks were great whites, and they don't survive in captivity. So I instantly thought "Heeey....it must be a projection then, not REAL sharks." So instead of, oh I don't know, perhaps GETTING LUCID, I spent a few minutes looking for the fucking camera that would have been projecting images of great whites. Stupid Ass. Anyway, then there was much confusion with getting on the subway.
Something earlier about building a lego house for a mobster's keys. And something else with Ina Garten and cooking with her.
INA GARTEN = DREAM SIGN.
AQUARIUMS and LIVING IN NY AGAIN = ALSO DREAM SIGNS.
I dreamt some guy used our toilet (I think it was uncle Tim) and it was like, diarrhea and giant multicolor corn cobs. He didn't flush, but I didn't know that, so I went into the bathroom and saw it and went "EWWW" so 'Tim' was like, 'Oh sorry, I didn't want to flush it in case it overflowed." But it was too late, I had just flushed it, and it ALMOST went down, but then all came up. So I threw the rugs into the hall as fast as I could, then started throwing towels all around the toilet, but I wasn't fast enough, and I spent the rest of the dream dancing in shit and corn.
Christ I hate these poop dreams. :whyohwhy:
What is it about you and poop? :content:Quote:
Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue
Eeeew >_<Quote:
Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue
And eh Gez, she might have a poop fetish :roll:
[Edit] 666th post. ;D
Ick. I remember I had a similar dream once. Except, I was the one doing the pooping, and it was in a public toilet. It was a very "embarassed" dream, sort of anxiety or stress maybe? Was this similar for you?Quote:
Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue
Yeah, I'm betting it's stress related.
Last night I dreamt that I was at my mom's house, and it was in the middle of the night and I was outside for some reason. I could hear music coming from the upstairs window of one of the houses across the street, that sounded like someone playing some kind of wind instrument, like an old wooden flute or something like that. But it was so enchanting...kinda renaissance sounding, and I just layed down on the sidewalk, listening to it and imagining that it was some really hot guy playing it heh. I saw some fireworks in the sky as well...just one or 2 really small, quiet ones, way off in the distance. Then the music stopped, and I heard something that sounded like someone piling bricks or rocks from the same window. Then I heard someone get on a motorized scooter and ride it around one of the driveways. I got up off the sidewalk and saw a guy riding the scooter, and I knew he was the one who had been playing the music, then laying the bricks. He looked like that dude that's married to jessica Simpson:
http://www.askmen.com/men/entertainm...lachey_150.jpg
Anyway, I stood up and said "Hey, what are you doing?"
guy: Nothing...I was just laying some bricks.
me: No no no, not that...the music. It was so beautiful.
guy: Oh yeah, that was me....you liked that? :ohyahbaby:
* guy starts to walk toward me
me: Oh hell yeah
Then he just approached me and without so much as a word or warning, he got on his knees, lifted my skirt and went down on me. The weird thing though was I remember thinking "Meh, this is not bad, but it's not really what I was expecting." But he kept going, then we started making out and I was getting into it more, Finally our lower bodies were naked, and I grabbed his dick and was getting ready to slide it in, when he stopped me and pulled away. I said "WTF" and as he was buttening his pants back up he said "Sorry, but I seem to be having a bit of a problem with vaginas lately."
me: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You mean you think you might be gay?!?!
guy: No, it's more of a skdhgfsfdkhfdgg (couldn't understand him, but I think he was making a condom reference, to which I was about to reply "Well if it's a matter of condoms, I can fucking go get one RIGHT NOW" but it was too late, and he was gone). :blue:
- then later the dream about me and Chris in a public bathroom and I had a blister inside my mouth that kept filling with puss until it was the size of a melon, so I went to the mirror and took a pin and lanced it, and a bucket's worth of warm puss just swooshed all over me :makeitstop: so I grabbed a rag and started cleaning myself off as fast as possible because I was afraid the puss would cover my body in blisters or something and then I woke up. Oh and there was some odd blueish-green crumbly looking poop all over the back of the toilet seat in that bathroom, that WASN'T mine or Chris's.
I fucking hate my dreams lately.
hAhahAhAAHhaHAhAhaHAhAHhaAHhA! :rolllaugh:Quote:
Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue
I think it's just some anxiety crap. You got a new job starting soon, don't you? Probably all it is. The one with you and Chris could be related to you having to be appart from each other during the day soon. Blister thing could be you thinking this new change might "blow up" on you.Quote:
I fucking hate my dreams lately.[/b]
That's about as Freudian as I get for free :P lol
Just go with it. At least they're vivid and you're recalling them. They'll change eventually.
*Edit: just found this http://www.whispy.com/dream-interpre...tm#anchor55585
Oh wow, that kinda makes sense, what with the new job starting. And the repressed crap (no pun intended :P ), I got ALOT of that heh.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tornado
Thanks for the link Joe
Chris and I were sleeping in a hotel or apartment of some kind, and I woke up (in the dream) because it sounded like 2 men were fighting in the apartment above us. I could hear yelling and I think some punching. Then it stopped, so I went back to sleep. I woke up again in the dream, but this time the noise sounded like a party. I thought about getting a broom and hitting the ceiling so they'd shut up, but I was worried that might piss them off enough to come down and harrass me, so I decided to go up to their room and knock on the door. Robert's good friend Aaron was in there, playing cards and drinking beer with some other dudes. I like Aaron, so I went in there to join the game. He said the fighting had been next door. So anyway, Aaron noticed that I looked upset or something, so we went into the hall to talk. I started telling him about problems at home, but it was weird: he was holding my wrists the whole time. Not holding them together to bind me or anything, but he had one wrist in his right hand, and my other in his left, the whole time I was talking to him. He said something like "I'm sorry you're having such a rough time," and he leaned in to kiss me. This isn't the first time I've dreamt about Aaron trying to get it on with me. Anyway, I kinda wanted to let him, but then I instantly thought about his girlfriend, Karen, who's also a good friend, and so I decided to protest. But before I could, Aaron stopped, pulled back and said "Ooooo, your wrists are all hairy and gooey." And that was that lol.
That's the 2nd guy-rejection dream I've had this week.
- Oh and tomatoes again the other night.
Whoa wtf?Quote:
"Ooooo, your wrists are all hairy and gooey."[/b]
yesterday nap: LD with Seeker, running into a wall etc (details later)
last night: mom and the xmas decorations and the fight...then the met competition one again, BLAST!
[edit]The one with Seeker. I dreamt that he and I were at some huge junk yard, and we were just wandering around it, poking through stuff. Then we saw a guy lying on some tires, and he looked possibly dead.
Seeker: Is he dead?
Me: I don't know. Let's poke him with something.
Seeker: There's a hot poker in that fire over there, use that.
Me: *pokes guy in the chest with red hot poker*
Guy: AHHHHHH WTF!!!!
Me: omg lol RUN!!!!!!
We run as fast as we can, and the guy runs after us. Seeker is way ahead of me, and I'm half scared and half laughing my ass off, when I just randomly become lucid. I can feel that I'm just about to wake up, so I think "Man, wouldn't it be funny as shit if I just run into a wall." So I did just that, and woke up laughing like an idiot.
lmao, you're dreams are hilarious.
:D
Dreamt that my mom came back from rehab but she came back to Dallas instead of Massachusettes where she's supposed to go. Anyway we're in the car and she's explaining what her drinking problem was. "I have what is called a 'sipping problem.' I just can't say NO lolhaha." Then she was like "Let's go get some wine". I wanted to object, but I decided to do that later. So we go into the liquor store and I got a couple bottles of nice wine, and she gets a huge $10 jug. And I'm thinking, maybe a jug of wine isn't the best step after just getting out of rehab for alcoholism. So I said "Maybe, if you're going to get wine anyway, you should get a small bottle of nice wine instead of a huge bottle of crap wine so you'll drink less, you know, since you have a drinking problem." And she agreed without a fuss. But I was still worried that she was going to be alone in Dallas instead of with my stepdad, so I decided that I would call Will.
Then the one about Sofie pooping out a creamy white penis and a green bean. Yuck-o.
It means you have to take a shit
He was Gay in your dream.Quote:
Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue
^WHY QUOTE THE WHOLE PAGE?
Nice dreams as ever Ophelia ;)
haha I think he hit "reply" instead of "add reply"
the former always auto quotes the entire post unless you delete it
which is why I always go for the fast reply (except in feedback where you can't, so I accidentally do the same thing as dream catcher alot in there heh)
I dreamt about wombing. He had longer hair though and it was bleached blonde and stuck out everywhere. I don't remember what we were doing.
And I forgot my other dreams too. Had to get up to early for work and had no time to post this morning. Oh yeah, something about seaguls eating scallops off some rock. Oh and one about EatZi's, but it was all different. No chefs.
What a cast. The earlier part of the dream included shopping for period costumes (I have dress dreams alot), and something about a strange rubber shower plug who's origin, composition, and function couldn't be deciphered.
Then the dream morphed to some kind of jazz band that I was in, and I was doing improv on recorder and melophone (lol NERD!). Adam Corolla from Man's Show was in the band, and looked at me weird when I would play. We took a break and I snuggled up next to him on the couch. I could sense his ambivalence to my presence (because he's Adam Corolla! Womanizer..he doesn't do relationships, he just does women). But we started writing notes back and forth, and I assured him I only wanted sexsexsex, while we flirted and toyed with eachothers fingers. Then SNAP! I remembered Robert, and I sat up with an "Oh FUCK!!!" And Adam said "What?!" I replied that I had just remembered that I have a boyfriend and I'm not goin to cheat on him, sorry. And I felt so guilty for having been flirting with Adam. So I left and ran into Lister from Red Dwarf and I said "Man you HAVE to help me. I need that formula which erases memory so I can forget what just happened!" He didn't know how to make it though, and all I could remember about it was that it was a mixture of an acid and a base, and the resulting salt was what I needed. So he assured me he could make it, and went to a storage closet and mixed some stuff together in a little cup and gave it to me. It didn't look right though, so I said "What's in it?" He said "Vinegar and bicarbonate...it's an acid and a base, it should work." And I said "Well YEAH, but, it's still not the same. It'll produce a salt but it won't be the right one." I tasted a little of it anyway, and it was all weird, salty and gritty between my teeth. I began to panic a little, and he looked worried and frustrated. I felt like I was about to cry, and I felt the strong need to talk to Rimmer and cry on his shoulder, so I asked him where he was. "Alriiiiiight..." he sighed, "we can go see him...but I don't think it's such a good idea." I followed Lister to some dorm we were all staying at. Apparently we were now all in college. After explaining to the RA that it's me, I'm back, sorry I've been away for a while, I missed some classes but I still have all As and Bs (which was a lie), I followed Lister upstairs to the hall where all our rooms were. Rimmer's was all the way at the end to the right. All i could think about was getting in there and getting some sympathy sex (where the crap did my memory of Robert go?! lol). But Lister said he wanted to go talk to him first. So I waited by the stairs, contmplating the mess that would be Rimmer's and my friendship if we boikned, yet not caring at the same time. I could hear them speaking, but one of the voices didn't sound like Rimmer's. I looked down the hall and could see his door was still shut, but the one next to it was open a crack, and that's where the voices were coming from. I could clearly make out Brian's voice (the dog from Family guy), and it sounded like he was giving Lister some advice about something. After a few minutes, Lister came back out, and looked like he had something terribly important to tell me, but he was having a hard time with it. So he kept looking at and messing with things, like a bus schedule, a phone, while trying to spit out something. "Lisa...I'm sorry I made-up that formula. I didn't know it would scare you so much. And there's something you should know, and it's that I love you." Didn't see that one coming. "What?!" But I had to hear it again. Then he walked right up to me, and his face was inches from mine, and he said, in that adorable Liverpool accent of his "It's plain and simple: you love me, and I love you." I was stunned silent. I was so overwhelmed, forgot completely about Adam, Robert and Rimmer, and before he could continue, I just kised and hugged him. I think I cried too, and I thought about making a curry pie of some kind for him.
How very Portrait of a Lady this dream was.
Dave Lister from Red Dwarf:
http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/3961/listerin0.jpg
Adam Corolola from The Man Show:
http://deseretnews.com/photos/2324634.jpg
many many mini-lucids
another Joe one