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Last night, I had a very strange dream, involving a bit of SR. This is not made up, I'm being serious. Some of the time, I had to fill the gaps, but hey, it's still very strange. If it helps, I had McDonalds before I went to bed.
Ok, my dream started in a gold course and a castle was behind it. A water fountain was next to the castle and people were throwing around and playing with ANTs, but the ANTs had the skin of a marshmellow. Then, some fat woman took a bite out of an ANT and then discarded the rest of it's chewy center or "body".
The next thing I remember, there's a competition to see who can put a golf ball into the 9th hole of the course, entitled "9th Fortress" and it had 9 holes in it. Nobody was successful, but I just grabbed the ball and threw it into the hole. I won the competition by this, but an angry mob of golfers ran after me, all who wanted to win the competition, came after me and "bundled" me.
The next thing I remember (to coin a phrase), there's loads of little kids (they looked about 7 or 8) walking around with toothpaste. Some text was displayed on the "screen", some of which was highlighted in red. I gathered that these must have been credits. They disappeared and strangely enough, one of my classmates walked by and someone told me (maybe the classmate) that the 9th hole was called "9th Fortress".
Then, I woke up.
Ok, my dream started in a gold course and a castle was behind it. A water fountain was next to the castle and people were throwing around and playing with ANTs, but the ANTs had the skin of a marshmellow. Then, some fat woman took a bite out of an ANT and then discarded the rest of it's chewy center or "body".
The next thing I remember, there's a competition to see who can put a golf ball into the 9th hole of the course, entitled "9th Fortress" and it had 9 holes in it. Nobody was successful, but I just grabbed the ball and threw it into the hole. I won the competition by this, but an angry mob of golfers ran after me, all who wanted to win the competition, came after me and "bundled" me.
The next thing I remember (to coin a phrase), there's loads of little kids (they looked about 7 or 8) walking around with toothpaste. Some text was displayed on the "screen", some of which was highlighted in red. I gathered that these must have been credits. They disappeared and strangely enough, one of my classmates walked by and someone told me (maybe the classmate) that the 9th hole was called "9th Fortress".
Then, I woke up.
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If omly we knew then perphaps we would all be happy.
Maybe so but we can still look in this world can we not!
No, I don't think so except the new up and coming Dr half wit baboon face.
Too many people here are doctors...
have you ever even been to medical college? ; )
have you ever even been to medical college? ; )
shaneo wrote:
Strange. I heard
> that you can die if you fall of a cliff in your dream, because you'll have a
> heart attack. Your heart will think it's real.
But how would you know that? Nobody can exactly tell you they died in their dream if they died in real life too...
Strange. I heard
> that you can die if you fall of a cliff in your dream, because you'll have a
> heart attack. Your heart will think it's real.
But how would you know that? Nobody can exactly tell you they died in their dream if they died in real life too...
bad luck, I've just skipped IT to talk to you charming people.
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