Dreams of Terrifyingly Incorrect Scenarios

[Psychotic]

Last night I dreamt that I had a passionate affair with Peter Dinklage.

Consider, if you will, just who it is at EoFF who uses Mr Dinklage's visage to identify himself and then the meaning of this dream becomes pretty clear.

[Shlup]

Oh god smurfing dammit. I forgot about that completely. Thanks for almost spoiling one of the best dreams I ever had!

Only 'almost' though.

[Psychotic]

The Shlup doth quack too much, me thinks.

[XxSephirothxX]

Thankfully it's kind of faded from memory now, but sometime in the last year I had probably the most vivid dream of my life, and it involved someone's face being graphically busted open. The kind of trout you'd only see in really gross grindhouse/exploitation flicks, but it looked/felt completely real in the dream. I don't think I was the one doing the murdering. Guess it didn't make a lasting impression, but the next morning I was really disturbed.

[Unbreakable Will]

I was laying down on my bed in my old apartment, which was creepy as smurf anyway, when a black soul-gem from Skyrim plopped into my lap. So naturally I picked it up and immediately started hearing voices in my head

HAHA HAVE FUN IN THE SOUL CAIRN

(at least you can hang out with Jiub though)

Damn that puffed up Jiub, he never stops talking about his greatness.

Had another one, an amalgamation of Pokemon/American Dad and Arachnophobia. Prof. Oak forced my Eevee to evolve into a Vaporeon and laughed maniacally about it, for some reason Roger (the alien) was there and attempted to kill everyone over some candy and suddenly there was goddamned spiders everywhere.

The smurf is going on.