Phylicia Rashad (Clair Huxtable from the Cosby Show) was awarding me some academic merit and began a conversation with the intention of encouraging me to try and be appointed as a QC (Queen’s Counsel, a position for British lawyers).
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Anyone got any others?
That wasn’t a dream.
Just woke up from one a couple hours ago where an old family friend became a porn star. She’s quite attractive for the record. Anyways she was telling me about it as we were driving thru my hometown of pleasant hill, ca which had turned into a course from mario kart. At some point it cut to an interview with her son about this news as he was a teen suffering from premature grayness.
Today I dreamed I was with Minnie Driver and her daughter in the subway. I was hitting on her and she was upset, don’t know why because I wasn’t being rude . Then I woke up.
I dreamt about a friend of mine who still owes me a painting he promised to do for me.
I went to get it from him, and it was originally going to be a painting of a cat. Instead, it’s got a picture of a cat in it being attended to by two nurses. Which is cool. But he claimed he didn’t finish it. He needed me to slash my arm and give him blood to finish it.
Then he used that same blood to finish off a really bizarre abstract painting of a cat that didn’t really look like a cat. It was just a mess of purple, red and pink. But, he still needed my blood for it. So, naturally, I gave it to him to use.
The other night my girlfriend and I went joyriding through a supermarket in a dump truck with legs. I think we were running from a Terminator, but for some reason we still stopped to shop for bongs.
Every night of my life. I have dreams in one of three categories:
Something like what Mick brought up: what I call a “brain dump.” It’s like a computer defragging and getting rid of excess data, except transmitting it straight to your senses. These are often very cinematic and blend things I personally know with fictional things thrown in the mix, often strung together with a nonsensical premise.
Freeform geometrical objects/patterns with accompanying sounds. This is usually accompanied by an intense feeling of movement, oftentimes like rotating in place with a really random part of my body, like my shoulders or my knees, as the central axis. This lasts hours, and I’m usually really drained the next day.
Abject terror. An intense feeling of loneliness and what usually boils down to a chase. These are recurring in the sense that the things that are after me are usually similar, both in appearance, smell, and intent. These dreams often happen during very intense times in my life or after I’ve learned something/made a decision/done something that I have the distinct feeling I shouldn’t have, and these things repay in kind. It are these dreams especially that are simultaneously the reason I study them and the reason why I don’t sleep much.
The last dream I had was pure nonsense, though. Myself and a friend were at a bar making fun of Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore and telling him he was a small-dicked faggot.
[:)]
A wife of a former tutor of mine died tragically (in her late 30s) and within four days the tutor had filmed a documentary detailing how he was coping with the loss. How I found out about the death was through the documentary which was released straight away. I saw it on the BBC on a Sunday night four days after the wife’s death the previous Wednesday.
Then Ryan Gosling felt the need to apologize to his ‘Drive’ co star, Carey Mulligan, for already making a movie with Michelle Williams, called ‘Blue Valentine.’
The last dream I had was pure nonsense, though. Myself and a friend were at a bar making fun of Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore and telling him he was a small-dicked faggot.
I love dreams like that
I too had a Happy Gilmore-related dream. In it, every time I posted a new song or a picture on a Ministry-related internet forum, this character appeared:
Wait a minute…
My old roommate had a dream that she was a dude living on a planet that was populated only by men where no one ever touched each other. She (as this dude) attended a lecture where this academic type was talking about how it was strange that touch was so taboo in their culture and that maybe they should start touching each other and everybody in the audience was really disgusted by that thought and slowly filed out one by one until it was just the two of them left in the room. So she and the other dude walk towards each other and start rubbing their beards together. At which point she realizes (in that weird omniscient dreamer way) that at that very moment that they are rubbing their beards together, a spaceship full of women was landing on the other side of the planet. And then she woke up.
My old roommate had a dream that she was a dude living on a planet that was populated only by men where no one ever touched each other. She (as this dude) attended a lecture where this academic type was talking about how it was strange that touch was so taboo in their culture and that maybe they should start touching each other and everybody in the audience was really disgusted by that thought and slowly filed out one by one until it was just the two of them left in the room. So she and the other dude walk towards each other and start rubbing their beards together. At which point she realizes (in that weird omniscient dreamer way) that at that very moment that they are rubbing their beards together, a spaceship full of women was landing on the other side of the planet. And then she woke up.
There’s wisdom in that dream.
So, dick…
Does that mean you wanna rub beards? [blush]
wtf, that smiley didn’t work…
The wisdom I drew from the dream was more that one should hold out for something better, and that as soon as you take one course you can come to immediately regret it.
But rubbing beards may bring good luck, or attract women from around the universe with their keen sense for facial-hairy men.
Also, someone tell Afra his prongs smileys aint worth a bollocks. So early 00s. [;)]
All was well chilling with friends in a pub until one of the guys started jibing with a middle aged stranger across the room. The other guy responded with insults and my friend sent more his way. (My friend is a fairly slight chap and has never been in a fight to the best of my knowledge. He’s also a stoner and is the last person you expect to get violent.) This old guy came over and threatened some punches but it was apparent this old guy was fairly drunk and uselss so we thought nothing was going to happen. Then my friend threw a few punches and we kind of moved out of the way to let it happen. He continued to wail on the old guy, who by now was nearly unconscious. He then got the old guy’s head and started ramming it off the edge of the bar, gouging out his eyes and crushing his skull.
Yikes.
I once had a dream that I was being chased by the cops down an alley way. When I finally looked to see what I was holding, I saw that this whole thing was over a cherry the size of a basketball.
I like to believe that these stories are all true and not dreams at all.
I used to have fight dreams like that fairly frequently in my early twenties. Something crazy would happen, and it would cause some fight, and I’d end up slamming some guy’s head against a wall or the floor or something until it turned to mush. Those are not fun dreams to have.
I also used to have recurring dreams when I was a little kid that we would be driving down the street and my parents would suddenly vanish, and me & my brother and sister would have to get control of the speeding van and drive to safety, even though we were physically too small to operate the vehicle.
I still sometimes have my recurring “being chased by a Terminator” nightmare, but it’s few and far between now. My friend Bill dreams about zombies like every other night.