FUCKED UP dream last night! I can't remember the exact lineage of events but there were pop stars, including Beyonce (looking fuckably yummy I must say), Britney "I'm A Slut For You" Spears, and Lance Bass. They were at a mall and I got so disgusted at the thought of all these worthless popstars in one place that I started spinning fopr a few seconds and then just left. After I got outside I started walking home when a vegatable salesman(?) started following me and eventually chasing me. The only way I could keep him from catching up to me was to run backwards and use my hand like rowing oars to push my self along. I found another entrance to the mall. It was through a closed diner but in order to get to the mall from there you had to go through my aunts laundry room (???), through a crawl space into a room filled with boxes, somewhere you had to walk through a large walk-in refrigerator, through a dank basement and up a flight of steps, but before we got to the steps, and you'll notice at this point I am no longer alone ( I don't know where the people came from or who they were) Michael Myers appeared out from a dark area next to us from behind a long cardboard box. He pops up in my dreams quite regularly, but he's been pussing out lately including last night and we got away without incident, even though my mother (my mother and daughter are now in it) had the butcher knife at point blank range at his heart she refused to thrust it in like I kept telling her to. We were at my aunts house during this scene, by the way, and we ran across the lawn to escape to her waiting 84 Dodge Aries (which I'm not even sure she has anymore). We sped of to my sister's apartment which she hasn't lived in since 1988 and had an unexpected family reunion, which included an 8 year old girl that I didn't know but turned out to be a good substitute for weights if you wanted to workout because I picked her up under her arms and used her to do curls (good luck explaining THAT one to me). Should I have myself committed?

LittlePill said:

That is one fucked up dream!

LittlePill said:

I'll see if it means anything, but I don't think dreaming of celebrities means anything

What about the fact that they're all celebraties that I hate and would like to KILL!!!

Baby, stop eating hot dogs at bed time and all will be well.

Sweeny79 said:

Not hotdogs, pork rind!

LittlePill said:

EWWWWW..... nasty!!

Who's LittlePill?

fuckably yummy

althom said:

Hi, welcome to the .Org! Always nice to see new members!!

I didn't get an answer on this and I asked like a grip of people. No one could figure out the German one either. Man, your dreams are really crazy

I had another dream last night. It had a girl in a bathing suit, zombies, and me singing the Diana Ross part of "All of You" with Erik Estrada. The girl turned into a zombie shortly after I fingered her in the library (I guess I have the magic touch). We, there were other people with me but I don't know who they were, tried to barricade ourselves in a house with a man who wouldn't let us have any weapons because he was afraid we'd use them on him even though we were on his side, but he had a shotgun pointed at us the whole time. After we escaped from his house after the zombies broke in we were walking down the street in a quiet, zombie-free neighborhood and found another house to lock ourselves in. It turned out to be Erik Estrada's house. He started singing the song I mentioned earlier and I joined him for the duet. I kept looking out of the windows, anticipating another zombie onslaught which never came. I kept asking Erik if he had any weapons but he had none, not even a butcher knife or a hammer. I even searched through his tool box and garage looking for any blunt object but found nothing I could use to beat off zombies. The worse thing about this dream was that, through it all, Erik Estrada was calm and cool and not nervous or scared at all and actually was quite happy and giddy and in a jolly mood in spite of the fact that we could all be eaten alive at any moment.

Now, would you like to hear about the pussy juice dream I had the night before!!!?

LittlePill said:

Do you eat a lot of cheese before you go to bed?

And i sure hope you're talking 'bout your pet cat and her accident with that carton of OJ, right?

You guys and all you're dreams, I can never remember my dreams.
except the one i had last week, that one was realy weird.

I had bought a concert ticket for The Who, they were playing in Hong Kong.
So i flew from amsterdam to hong kong and went straight to the venue, where i ran into a friend of mine who was outside the venue with some other people.
We started talking about what we were expecting to see and stuff, when i offered to get some drinks from a nearby bar.
I reached in my pocket to get some money and that's when i noticed that i had left my ticket at home in Amsterdam.
I went back to my friend and told him about my problem and he said that the prices on the black market were skyhigh and that i would never be able to afford a new ticket.
so i said goodbye to him and spent the rest of the day visiting the record stores in Hong Kong.

But you know what the weirdest thing is?
I like the who, but i would never in my life fly all the way to the other side of the world to see them live.

TheFrog said:

Actually it's pork rinds!



Uh, yeah, you go on thinking that!