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All my friends know I am a perrenial dreamer. Last night I had three dreams. Care to gander their interpretation?


Dream Number 1:

I was a volunteer at this Crisis Center. Only instead of being in it's usual building it was in a supermarket. My job that day was to pick up singer, Tony Bennett so he could watch TV with us.

Me and two volunteers traveled into the city. He lived in a gated community. Once past the gate, it was a urban ghetto with graphittee , the whole bit. THere were people running about, screaming at the top of their lungs. When we arrived at his apartment, he greeted us at the door and invited us in. I don;t remmeber much aboout the apartment, other than it was nice and he was nice.


We took him back to the center/supermarket and watched tv together. I remember being concerned because I didn;gt know how i was going to entertain Tony and bag groceries at the same time.

Dream Number 2:

Me and two other people (anybody smell a pattern here) were in this building. Water was pouring in from every side. It was leave or die, so we ran from room to room. Finally we landed in this other room, but it was FROZEN OVER. Think The Day After Tomorrow. We weren't safe there either, so we ran again. Good thing to because this man comes out of nowhere hawking a machette. We're on the roof. The two people that were with me, jumped for it. Scared of heights, I scaled a radio tower down. Only the machette man was still behind me. My two comrades ran into the woods. Machette man fell to the ground wryting with a PYTHON wrapped around his entire body. I threw pine cones to protect myself.

Dream Number 3:

Don't remember too many details other than I was way drunk with my 6 year old niece arguing over who was gonna drive.

NOTE TO THE AUTHORITIES, THIS WAS ONLY A CRAZY SLEEP DEPRIVED DREAM. I WOULD NEVER DRINK, DRIVE OR BOTH IN THE PRESENCE OF WEE TOTTERS.

Anyone remember the movie with Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour, where he would keep a tape recorder under his bed so he wouldn't forget what he dreamed about? Was it “Time after time”?

Gunbot wrote:Anyone remember the movie with Christopher Reeves and Jane Seymour, where he would keep a tape recorder under his bed so he wouldn't forget what he dreamed about? Was it “Time after time”?

Somewhere In Time.. I own that movie and about 300 others.

Are you trying to do too much for others, to the point where you feel that it's killing you and you have no control over your own life and affaid to or can't say no because you feel they will be angry with you?

annpea wrote:Are you trying to do too much for others, to the point where you feel that it's killing you and you have no control over your own life and affaid to or can't say no because you feel they will be angry with you?

Say that 3 times fast.

Gunbot wrote:

annpea wrote:Are you trying to do too much for others, to the point where you feel that it's killing you and you have no control over your own life and affaid to or can't say no because you feel they will be angry with you?

Say that 3 times fast.

Noway

annpea wrote:Are you trying to do too much for others, to the point where you feel that it's killing you and you have no control over your own life and affaid to or can't say no because you feel they will be angry with you?

You know me so well. Someone else said it was all about control, could be that.

GENERIC READING:

You're afraid of commitment.

HIPPIE PSYCHIC READING:

You are actually an alien from the planet Zoltar. Your metaphysical aura is in a subconscious conflict with your ying, which in turn colors your karma in shades of green and red...those, of course, represent hatred of Norwegian fishermen and calico cats. You need to re-energize your inner child by reading more Nietzsche and Zane Grey.

Say what?

7 Wishes wrote:GENERIC READING:

You're afraid of commitment.

HIPPIE PSYCHIC READING:

You are actually an alien from the planet Zoltar. Your metaphysical aura is in a subconscious conflict with your ying, which in turn colors your karma in shades of green and red...those, of course, represent hatred of Norwegian fishermen and calico cats. You need to re-energize your inner child by reading more Nietzsche and Zane Grey.

Zane Grey

Is that like Earl Gray?

After carefully scrutinizing and giving a lot of thought to your dreams, I found that you probably need to stop smoking the Colombian Gold and begin smoking Sensimillion. You'll feel much better and your dreams will be mostly about purple hazes and yellow submarines.

Rick wrote:After carefully scrutinizing and giving a lot of thought to your dreams, I found that you probably need to stop smoking the Colombian Gold and begin smoking Sensimillion. You'll feel much better and your dreams will be mostly about purple hazes and yellow submarines.

Did I ever mention to you the dreams in which I am being chased by tornados and tidal waves?

scarygirl wrote:

Rick wrote:After carefully scrutinizing and giving a lot of thought to your dreams, I found that you probably need to stop smoking the Colombian Gold and begin smoking Sensimillion. You'll feel much better and your dreams will be mostly about purple hazes and yellow submarines.

Did I ever mention to you the dreams in which I am being chased by tornados and tidal waves?

That must be the Maui Wowie.

Rick wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Rick wrote:After carefully scrutinizing and giving a lot of thought to your dreams, I found that you probably need to stop smoking the Colombian Gold and begin smoking Sensimillion. You'll feel much better and your dreams will be mostly about purple hazes and yellow submarines.

Did I ever mention to you the dreams in which I am being chased by tornados and tidal waves?

That must be the Maui Wowie.

Are we talking pot or crack? Crack I got. (Takes a mirror and stares at her ass.)

Maybe Panama Red.

scarygirl wrote:

Rick wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Rick wrote:After carefully scrutinizing and giving a lot of thought to your dreams, I found that you probably need to stop smoking the Colombian Gold and begin smoking Sensimillion. You'll feel much better and your dreams will be mostly about purple hazes and yellow submarines.

Did I ever mention to you the dreams in which I am being chased by tornados and tidal waves?

That must be the Maui Wowie.

Are we talking pot or crack? Crack I got. (Takes a mirror and stares at her ass.)

Well the three things I mentioned were pot, but we can talk about your crack if you want to.

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

scarygirl wrote:

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

Sometimes.
I remember being hungry and doing stupid human tricks.

Uno_up wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

Sometimes.
I remember being hungry and doing stupid human tricks.

You're not doublejointed are you?

Scarygirl...not to change the subject...but did you catch any more shows this summer?

Gunbot wrote:

Uno_up wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

Sometimes.
I remember being hungry and doing stupid human tricks.

You're not doublejointed are you?

Nope...but I was quite talented back in the mid-80's.
Amongst many things, I could snort a spaghetti noodle up my nose and pull it out of my mouth for shits and giggles. I was so proud of myself!

7 Wishes wrote:...not to change the subject...

Careful. That's, like, a big deal around here.

7 Wishes wrote:Scarygirl...not to change the subject...but did you catch any more shows this summer?

No. I wish I could. I'm flat broke. I don't know if Frontiers has played Amos's yet in Charlotte. I had thought about catching that.

Are you from Charlotte? I thought it was Raleigh.

I'm hitting a few shows at Amos' in the next few weeks...I think Frontiers is coming in October. Let me know if ya wanna go - I usually get a few people together.

7 Wishes wrote:Are you from Charlotte? I thought it was Raleigh.

I'm hitting a few shows at Amos' in the next few weeks...I think Frontiers is coming in October. Let me know if ya wanna go - I usually get a few people together.

I live in Wilmington. I'm definately interested in the Amos/Frontiers gig. I just need to double check the date.

scarygirl wrote:

7 Wishes wrote:Are you from Charlotte? I thought it was Raleigh.

I'm hitting a few shows at Amos' in the next few weeks...I think Frontiers is coming in October. Let me know if ya wanna go - I usually get a few people together.

I live in Wilmington. I'm definately interested in the Amos/Frontiers gig. I just need to double check the date.

You still staring at your crack?

scarygirl wrote:All my friends know I am a perrenial dreamer. Last night I had three dreams. Care to gander their interpretation?


Dream Number 1:

I was a volunteer at this Crisis Center. Only instead of being in it's usual building it was in a supermarket. My job that day was to pick up singer, Tony Bennett so he could watch TV with us.

Me and two volunteers traveled into the city. He lived in a gated community. Once past the gate, it was a urban ghetto with graphittee , the whole bit. THere were people running about, screaming at the top of their lungs. When we arrived at his apartment, he greeted us at the door and invited us in. I don;t remmeber much aboout the apartment, other than it was nice and he was nice.


We took him back to the center/supermarket and watched tv together. I remember being concerned because I didn;gt know how i was going to entertain Tony and bag groceries at the same time.

Dream Number 2:

Me and two other people (anybody smell a pattern here) were in this building. Water was pouring in from every side. It was leave or die, so we ran from room to room. Finally we landed in this other room, but it was FROZEN OVER. Think The Day After Tomorrow. We weren't safe there either, so we ran again. Good thing to because this man comes out of nowhere hawking a machette. We're on the roof. The two people that were with me, jumped for it. Scared of heights, I scaled a radio tower down. Only the machette man was still behind me. My two comrades ran into the woods. Machette man fell to the ground wryting with a PYTHON wrapped around his entire body. I threw pine cones to protect myself.

Dream Number 3:

Don't remember too many details other than I was way drunk with my 6 year old niece arguing over who was gonna drive.

NOTE TO THE AUTHORITIES, THIS WAS ONLY A CRAZY SLEEP DEPRIVED DREAM. I WOULD NEVER DRINK, DRIVE OR BOTH IN THE PRESENCE OF WEE TOTTERS.

What?! No dream of SP singing? What kind of loon are you?

Uno_up wrote:

Gunbot wrote:

Uno_up wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

Sometimes.
I remember being hungry and doing stupid human tricks.

You're not doublejointed are you?

Nope...but I was quite talented back in the mid-80's.
Amongst many things, I could snort a spaghetti noodle up my nose and pull it out of my mouth for shits and giggles. I was so proud of myself!

LOL! I think you went to my high school.

Deb wrote:

Uno_up wrote:

Gunbot wrote:

Uno_up wrote:

scarygirl wrote:

Well the three things I mentioned were pot

I'm such the pot virgin. When you're on it, you laugh a lot, right?

Sometimes.
I remember being hungry and doing stupid human tricks.

You're not doublejointed are you?

Nope...but I was quite talented back in the mid-80's.
Amongst many things, I could snort a spaghetti noodle up my nose and pull it out of my mouth for shits and giggles. I was so proud of myself!

LOL! I think you went to my high school.

When I was a Junior in highschool, I saw a guy get knocked the fuck out! It was priceless because he was one of the most annoying people at the school. He was going around with one of those butane refillers for lighters. He would stick the nozzle in his mouth, press the button and fill his mouth with butane and then hold a lighter up and blow out a big flame. It was cool the first time, but got very tiring quickly. One day he did that and blew the flame toward a guy and singed a bunch of his hair. The guy didn't even blink an eye and pivoted on his heal and knocked that moron out cold in the high school hallway.

No, I wasn't the moron.

My mom is German and when she was 19 she came to the U.S. to be a nanny to a rich couple's chidren. They lived next door to Tony Bennett. This was in Englewood, N.J. His property did have a gate, but certainly no ghetto when inside.