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"Dreams"

We all have them.

Last night I dreamt I was invited by the Pope into some cathedral, to sit with him on the floor in front of the whole congregation, while his black cat he had with him started speaking to me, saying "I am Mr. Tibbles". It was all-in-all, quite disturbing.

Beat that.

Memorandum! wrote:
> FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> I wish I
> could have more ... dreams rock.
>
> use your lack of dreams to be creative. Write a song called
> "The Day the Dreams Ended". It'll be an emo classic.

I think I'll need to buy a tighter T-Shirt before I even attempt that one.

I had this dream when i was like 5 or 6 and it was about a house on the main road just near my house and the door was open. My mum and me went in to check if the old lady was alright who lived in there and we went in the front door, then there was a door to the right. My mum went in the door flicked the light on and then there was a shocked expression on her face and she flicked the light off and then quickly on again, like she didnt mean to turn it off she just did it in shock and then a masked person came out and killed my mum and i was standing there with my hands over my heart as if trying to protect myself from getting stabbed in the heart. That was about 10/11 years ago and i still remember the little details of it. There are the odd dreams from over the years that i dont forget. Some i forget the very next day but i remember for years.

FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:
> I wish I
> could have more ... dreams rock.

use your lack of dreams to be creative. Write a song called "The Day the Dreams Ended". It'll be an emo classic.

Me too usually, this was the first dream I can remember (almost) properly for absolutely ages and seemed to last quite long. I wish I could have more ... dreams rock.

Woah an epic!

I can never have an epic...i have a dream that seems to last 2 minutes and then i wake up and it is morning

Tphi wrote:
> I've had that dream too, where you can only move in slow-motion when
> you really need to run. I think it's pretty common.

I used to have it all the time.
When you really need to go fast, but for some reason just can't. And you have to keep stopping and try to remember how to run properly ... but it never works.

Haven't had it for a while, though.

I had a crazy one last night - an epic. And I can't remember all of it - although what I can, can be rationalised quite well. Like before I went to sleep, I was thinking about what I'd do today - get up early, have a shower, then do loads of revision for ages ... and I was thinking of how crap out shower is, and the only decent one I ever get is when we (rarely) go to my grans who has one beautiful beast of a power-shower.

So, of course, I was in this massive house owned by my gran, with endless hidden rooms - all of which had baths in - some with good showers, some with rubbish ones, and I was trying to find a good one.

And I also rejected an ask-out the other day, because I have 'this thing' going with another girl, which I'm holding out on but doesn't really seem to be going anywhere right now. So there were loads of hot women lining the halls who I refused to do anything with, because of this one girl who I saw once at the start of the dream, then she left.

Bah.

There was other stuff as well, but I can't remember.
Something about getting lost looking for the shower, and not wanting to go through certain doors I hadn't seen before because I couldn't figure out where they went.

And one totally massive room has 2 baths in it ... I thought I was the first one in there, but there was some of my parent's stuff there on a chair. It wasn't a bathroom, though, because it had a big desk and books everywhere, and on the far wall was a massive blue curtain (pattern exactly to one of the rugs in my gran's house) covering up some weird alter-type thing.

It seemed pretty important ... probably because I lied to some goon at work why I moving house so I didn't have to talk to him anymore / answer any more questions / go into a big conversation about something I don't care about (said for my mum's work, but actually for my dad's who is ... a methodist minister)

Go team Freud.

I had a dream that me and a few mates were travelling back from somewhere in the back of a van. There was an arab on the floor of the van having a fit and my mate Dave was golding a dog that wouldn't stop Barking, so my mate Danny pulls out a tranquilizer gun and shoots the dog, Dave then pulls the dart out of the dog and throws it back at Danny who falls asleep. Can't actually remember what happened to the arab.

I have the best dreams ever. Fact.

But I can never remember them.

I've had that dream too, where you can only move in slow-motion when you really need to run. I think it's pretty common.

I had a dream that some boy dressed all in green had a knife and was chasing me down the stairs of my house. I was a long way ahead of him but then i could only move in really slow-mo and he started walking normal speed and he caught me up and killed me.