Dreams

“no, just trying to connect the dots (even if you make it up). I give dreams a lot of merit for telling us about ourselves, struggles, desires, futures...................even when you make stuff up it reveals something of yourself.
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“The dream rings true. I've heard that you've entered a few houses and walked out with a dog or two...”

“woof.....woof....”

“i just had a very vivid dream that i was driving to ohio and i stopped for breakfast. i ordered a blueberry pancake breakfast with the works: eggs, hash browns, bacon. the waitress told me it would be 3-4 hours. it was friday and they were out of blueberries but they were getting a shipment today. i asked the manager if i could just get the breakfast without the blueberries and he said fine.”

“tut tut! Methinks someone got sent to bed without dinner. Sassy boy!”

“I had a dream the other night that I went to spend some time in Sweet Home Alabama to see my buddy Stove Stomper. In the dream he was married to a woman in the Marines. We went down to the base to camp out and protest because the Marines were spending a bunch of money researching things like AIDS which have no cure and not spending the money on a condition she had. At least I think she was the one with the condition but it could have been SS because he was acting all weird. It was funny because all these pissed off protesters were marching and SS and I were just hanging out in camp having a great time.

Weird…”

“Go back on the meds, dude. ;-)”

“In my defense I do sleep with a nico-patch on some nights which messes with your head big time!”

“I rarely remember any of my dreams.
Those I do remember are usually the wierd ones.”

“So, do you two dream about each other often?”

“not that theres anything wrong with that......”

“Stovie.
Hmm? Yeah.
Why did you kiss my ear?
Why are you holding my hand?
Where's your other hand?
Between two pillows.
Those aren't pillows!”

“wow what a messed up dream I had :(

ok try to follow this.

I was staying with Vincent Price. He turned out to be a meanie. anyway, i had my dog susie with me and Vincents handyman cut her tail off. I went nuts and started to beat him up and no one was trying to stop me.
then I was thinking that I had just spent all this time and money to plant a garden in his backyard so then I had to uproot them all because I was going to take them with me. We got into a agument and he said something about trusting me so much that I could have taken his heater and he would have let me.

WTF does this mean???



1. I was in the garen yestuday
2. i rescued a squirrel from an old mans air shaft and i thought hew looked like vincent price


streange how your daily tasks can go into your dreams. freaking odd!!!!”

“What kind of heater, revolver or semi-auto?”

“oil silly”

“I'm no Sigmund Freud, but I think I know what your dream is telling you based on a few obvious clues:

1) handyman
2) nuts
3) plant a garden
4) uproot
5) trusting me
6) he would have let me


I think maybe you and Treebeard need a nice romatic weekend together. C'mon Tree! Take that woman out!”

“Just as long as you didn't dream about being chased by a giant crab, you're fine.”

“LOL tree and I had a GREAT weekend!


grrrr baby!”

“Lobster, good.......crab, bad.......”

“they both can pinch!”

“Maple, you not been sleeping alot lately? I know when I have been dodging deep sleep for a while and I have been under pressure, that I find when I DO GET SLEEP, I get some wild flashback dreams.

Then again we could compare dreams on certain drugs. MY PERSONAL FAVORITE is CODINE. TECHNICOLOR DREAMS>”

“"Lobster" is another word for.............never mind
>8^O”

“diamonds are forever...
but they'll never forget crabs”

“Has anybody else seen that movie "Dreams" by Akira Kurosawa? It's a great movie. One of my favorites. A lot of you left-winged environmental whacko nuts would really enjoy it.”

“Can't imagine Sarge having a dream of whackos that would be less than 24 hrs.a day.
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“I wanna see Dersu Uzala, a Kurosawa film set in Siberia.



Oh yeah, diamonds are for industry.
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“Hey Sarge, that's one of my favorite movies! The Van Gogh segment was my favorite.”

“treebait - Back when I used to be a stoner I used to love watching that dogs of war scene when the dogs are barking like gunfire.”

“

Dang!
Mapes was working in this guy's garden?!?!
;-)”

“Yeah so in my seemingly never ending struggle with addiction I am once again on the patch. So the freaky dreams are back with my old friend the nico-patch. I dreamed all night last night. The reoccurring theme was we were at war and being invaded. For some reason I had a fishing pole in our base and a sawed off broom handle with fishing line on it and a hook. I found this weird dead worm/centipede and put it on for bait. There were carp in this river spawning and I saw one going for the bait. It took the bait and started pulling me into the water where I began water skiing behind it.

When I finally wore it down and got near shore I discovered it was actually Adam Sandler all covered in mud and water. He must have been some type of mer-carp-man or something. I was embarrassed and started telling him how much I liked his movies and could I get a picture with him? He agreed and said he wanted to clean up first. I spent like ½ an hour looking for him after that and finally found him all cleaned up and ready for a picture. I said disappointed, “Awe man I wanted to get a picture of you all muddy and wet going ’Whoop-itty-dooooo!’ like you did on SNL!”.

The weird thing about these dreams is they are all in real time. Like when I lost a screw off the camera I literally spent 15 minutes in my dream on my hands and knees looking for the damn screw.

I took the patch off ½ an hour ago and won’t put the thing back on until morning. I hope it works.”

“silly boy put it back on and start thinking of a hot babe.


i have always had wild dreams. the kicker is I remeber them. even to the last detail. when you wake up you need to write them down.”

“I had a weird dream this afternoon. I dreamed the wife and I went on a group hike to the Red River Gorge. A hike that 6 people signed on for but like 100 people showed up for. We had a pot luck dinner the first night but all these band wagon jumping freeloaders didn't bring anything to share. Then it hits me, "I forgot to bring OUR food! For the whole weekend!". As the dream progressed more and more people showed up. Big tarp shelters were going up everywhere. Picnic tables full of strangers appeared.

Here's where it gets scary. Barbara Steisand was there too! I think she even had a cheap Cindy Sheehan t-shirt on too. I went up to her and began talking to her and asked her what she did for a living just to diss her. LOL!

So I find this trail that leads into town and i leave to go get us food for the weekend but I keep talking to people and forgetting to go to town. I hiked into town like 3 times and finally i get there. I find this car (hoopty) full of passed out gangbangers who had shown up for the get together and I see everyone's cameras in the trunk. So I'm trying to gather all these cameras up and get them back to camp when a cop shows up and busts ME.

That's when I woke up with morning wood and had to go pee...”

“LOL Nigal, I can hardly type cause I'm giggling.”

“The thought of going to jail make you have wood?
Oh My! ;-)”

“Dude, according to this dream book, you're gay.
lol”

“Why aren't you at the FYAO, zac?”

“Unlike some people, I had to go to work today.”

“Sorry.
Work does suck sometimes.”