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I once had a dream with BoB in it. In short, he wanted to know something he thought I knew. So he took all my IRL friends and showed me him lowering all of them into vats of lava until I told him. How evil.
Also in that dream, the place I worked at was being robbed and faithful BoB stepped in and began throwing off figures and stats and finished off with an eestlinc quote and the dude died.
I'm sure I've had more dreams of EoFFers, but that's the only one I can think of right now.
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Originally Posted by Mittopotahis
I'd never had a dream about an EoFFer until last night, when I fell asleep a couple hours after viewing this thread and realizing I had nothing of worth to add to the discussion. Apparently my subconscious wanted to change that.
I guess I wanted to get away from my home area, so I decided to go to college half way across the country in New York. I had 12 hours to pack all my stuff, and I was freaking out because I knew I hadn't told any of my close friends that I was leaving. My dream skipped to when I got there, and me and a bunch of other people were gathered in a small backyard around a swingset, and one guy was swinging and trying to do a kegstand. It was slightly impressive. Then I remembered that Rye was in New York, and I became desperate to contact someone I sorta knew. I was trying to find a phone, and ran into Barack Obama. I fist pounded him, said, "You're gonna do fine", and ran off.
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Originally Posted by Lekana
I no longer dream. A benefit of being dead inside.