Dreams

[supersunbird]

Enough of the terrors, lets talk about dreams. Last night was really FULL of dreams, so many I can hardly remember them all.

- One I was a tag team partner in this WWE thing and I was fighting against two Ray Mysterios dressed in blue
- One I was having sex with a hot girl in a shower (in an american style wooden house)
- One I was judge in a little girls beauty pagent and they all dressed really weird.
- One I had a friend I don't speak to anymore visit me (well, actually she doesn't speak to me).

 

[Jonny Two Shoes]

I hardly ever dream...well they say you always dream but then I hardly ever remember any of them. I sleep and then I wake up with great difficulty...boring as hell I think I remember dreams only about 5% of the time.

Do you reckon that dreams have any meaning though?

 

[supersunbird]

Well, I think dreams have somethign to do with your brain processing stuff that have happened to you during the day and maybe other subconcious things.

I hardly remember them too. Mainly the ones I remember is when I sleep late on a Saturday morning. Last night was just chock and block full, but I can hardly remember half of them

 

[Jewelbox]

I dreamt the Alliens are here.................

 

[semiautomatix]

I had a dream that my inventor brother and I (Owen Wilson) toured the old west in a beat up Citi Golf in an attempt to stop the impending Civil War.

Yeah, my thoughts were: WTF?

 

[Nemanjas Bullet]

Last night I had a really strange dream as well.

Can barely remember most of it.

Waking up with a big WTF is always awesome though.

Bits of it I remember:

Going on a night out with a bunch of friends.

Then it was suddenly a football stadium where I randomly met up with a bunch of guys a few years above me from when I was at primary school in England.

Then we all got very drunk. Then there was a stampede out and one of my friends accidentally got a girl killed.

Then we got split up and I was trying to find my car. Somehow in the stampede I had lost most of my clothing so I was running for cover. I went to where I thought it was but it wasn't there (very freaky at the time) so I headed back into the bookshop(?) where I asked a girl if there was another exit. She pointed it out to me and my car was actually there. On the way out I saw a couple of books on the shelf. One was Making Money by Terry Pratchett in a gold cover (hardback) and the other was a weird one. It was something about atheism in Westeros (Where George RR MArtin's aSoIaF is set) with the byline "Why atheism means I don't have to answer to anyone for my actions" (or something like that)

Then I left the bookshop.

And woke up.