foa, it's your turn for Sylvie. I'm busy picking pieces of my brain up off the floor.
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foa, it's your turn for Sylvie. I'm busy picking pieces of my brain up off the floor.
I had a dream where I went out to the city of Chicago for two nights in a row with my girlfriend. The first night I ran into Marilyn Manson and had my picture taken with on on my girlfriend's cell phone. I later ran into the Ridiculously Photogenic Guy and did the same. The second night I ran into Trent Reznor and once again got my picture taken with him. Only for some weird reason, he wanted to hang out with us and we talked music for awhile. Both his music and the industry in general.
I really should have been tipped off that I was in a dream when he said he wanted to make up with Marilyn Manson again.
Last night I had a dream where I hung out with Sephex, Jiro, and Bubbaforever. We had ended up going to some kind of gamers convention/museum located in London. Seemed pretty cool.
dreamt that you all were hanging out or whatever and then i walked in and tried to get past this group blocking the door but sylvie was blocking the way so i pushed her down on the table and we groped a bit and the crowds were kind of shocked and then i was like 'gotta go' and left
dream sylvie's tongue is ice cold just fyi
I had the most wonderful dream where i skipped work. There was also a flooded kmart where people used gondalas and a high speed car chase but none of that seemed as interesting as not going to work. Also the cast of "30 rock" and the 1999 series "Popular" was there.
There was also one where I chased sephiroth through my highschool to the highest classroom and he slashed his sword at me which threw me across the room crashing into desks and slicing my foot off.
I hardly ever remember my dreams, but I got this FB message from a friend today:
People are even dreaming about my badassery.Quote:
I thought you should know that I dreamed that everyone in law school went back in time, and you shot the pope with a crossbow. FYI.
That is actually something I can imagine you doing.
I had a dream last night that I was shooting whoever I wanted in an important building with a 9mm concealed carry pistol. The gun was light as a feather, and the actual shooting was realistic. Nobody died or collapsed after a few shots from the gun. But I remember specifically with each victim that I shot, I shot them in the head about two or three times, and then shot them in misc. areas after they had been rendered useless. I recall shooting my mother. It was a lot of fun.