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It's been a while coming, but last night I had a dream. Not just any ordinary dream (even though dreams are never ordinary) but one that made me poop my poshous pants all through the night.
I'll try my best to recollect everything. Enjoy!
...
Gah, my head's just gone blank thinking about it. Why the hell does that always happen?!?
Anyway I can tell you that it had something to do with a bunch of mafia guys (me as one) shooting each other in a forest kinda place. Right I've remembered the end bit now so here goes...
Me and some mafia dudes had a huge fall out and it ended in a guns and bullet galore. Three of the five of us were dead and it was just me and another mafia blokey lying on the floor. He was busy rolling around not knowing that I was still alive, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to "whack" him.
I rose my gun (some kinda beretta I think) and pulled the trigger. *click*
I thought to myself "Holy beGesus". Once he heard the clicking sound of my gun, he immediately rolled to a position facing me and took a shot at me. I ran incredibly fast and it seemed that I could never stop. Like I was superman.
Somehow, I knew that I was being hunted so I looked for a hide out. Luckily I came across a strange building. Looked somehow like a factory, but inside it was the home of some tribe. It was a spooky place, but I entered anyway and I started receiving hacky, scary looks. I still ran right to the end of this building, past dirty hanging sheets and hid there thinking I was safe. Suddenly, three members of the tribe confronted me asking "What are you doing here?"
I told them about the whole situation. Then I saw a gun similar to mine in each of their pockets and I felt relieved.
"Hey guys! Give me one of your guns!"
The tribe laughed
"We don't give away our beauties. You will have to share a bit of light first."
I immediately understood what they were intending so I quite willingly flashed my cash.
"So what do you think now, huh?"
One of them got an ancient looking bag with rope tied at the top, and opened it in front of me. I saw a couple of revolvers, but they looked slightly smaller than normal. I wasn't going to complain because I desperately needed some firepower.
*knock knock*
I crapped myself. Somebody opened the door, and Mr. Mafia dude was standing there with his furry coat on and his wife next to him. I stood behind a wall and listened in.
"Hey you haven't seen a guy running just before have ya? You know, quite tall and broad. No? Ok then."
I finally exhaled. But then all of a sudden the dream went all weird and it seemed that the back of this building was now open. There were no walls. I could now see the street behind, quite a busy street it was, but no cars were about. Then, I saw the mafia bloke walking about with his tarted up bird. They were walking away, but then, very freakishly he turned around, saw me and gave the most evil look EVER!
I instantly payed the tribe 1000 dollars, instead of the 9000 they were asking for and ran away with the revolver. All of a sudden it seemed very light, almost like a toy. I glanced inside its barrel and it looked fully loaded. So the chase began.
I scarpered out of the open backway of the building and started sprinting inhumanely through the different streets of San Fransisco. At one point I stopped to fire shots at him and his wife, but all I heard was the clacking of plastic. I looked inside the barrel once again, this time it seemed that there were cigarette buts placed neatly in each hole. I couldn't believe my luck. I dropped the gun and ran as fast as I could. They were still chasing me at rapid speeds, but I was still running faster than ever.
"Come on, faster woman! We're losing him!"
I heard him say, and I felt a bit more pleased with my performance. I was an unstoppable speed demon. Then quite daftly I turned into another street, which was a dead end.
"We've got him now honey!"
I didn't know it was a dead end until she said that, so luckily I spotted a fence beside a terrace house and flew over it in no time. Now, not only could I run like mad, but I could jump like mad. But then suddenly, as I was running straight forward to another fence to try and lose them, a blue stunt car screeched to a halt. The drivers looked like the over-enthusiastic stuntmen you saw in Jackie Chan's old movies. I wasn't going to stand around though, I simply ran towards the two drivers and as they got out of the car I did what Jackie Chan would've done...a flying kick that hit both of them in one go.
This was turning out to be an alright dream, but at the beginning it seemed all too real. As I came up to a fence once again, sure that I had lost them, I heard barking. It sounded familiar. In fact, it was the barking of my next door neighbours annoying little bull terrier. Well, at least it got me out of the surreal mafia world. I never thought it would be so scary. But just think how much more scary it would be if a whole mafia family were after you, I thought to myself.
At first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does. Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.
I'll try my best to recollect everything. Enjoy!
...
Gah, my head's just gone blank thinking about it. Why the hell does that always happen?!?
Anyway I can tell you that it had something to do with a bunch of mafia guys (me as one) shooting each other in a forest kinda place. Right I've remembered the end bit now so here goes...
Me and some mafia dudes had a huge fall out and it ended in a guns and bullet galore. Three of the five of us were dead and it was just me and another mafia blokey lying on the floor. He was busy rolling around not knowing that I was still alive, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to "whack" him.
I rose my gun (some kinda beretta I think) and pulled the trigger. *click*
I thought to myself "Holy beGesus". Once he heard the clicking sound of my gun, he immediately rolled to a position facing me and took a shot at me. I ran incredibly fast and it seemed that I could never stop. Like I was superman.
Somehow, I knew that I was being hunted so I looked for a hide out. Luckily I came across a strange building. Looked somehow like a factory, but inside it was the home of some tribe. It was a spooky place, but I entered anyway and I started receiving hacky, scary looks. I still ran right to the end of this building, past dirty hanging sheets and hid there thinking I was safe. Suddenly, three members of the tribe confronted me asking "What are you doing here?"
I told them about the whole situation. Then I saw a gun similar to mine in each of their pockets and I felt relieved.
"Hey guys! Give me one of your guns!"
The tribe laughed
"We don't give away our beauties. You will have to share a bit of light first."
I immediately understood what they were intending so I quite willingly flashed my cash.
"So what do you think now, huh?"
One of them got an ancient looking bag with rope tied at the top, and opened it in front of me. I saw a couple of revolvers, but they looked slightly smaller than normal. I wasn't going to complain because I desperately needed some firepower.
*knock knock*
I crapped myself. Somebody opened the door, and Mr. Mafia dude was standing there with his furry coat on and his wife next to him. I stood behind a wall and listened in.
"Hey you haven't seen a guy running just before have ya? You know, quite tall and broad. No? Ok then."
I finally exhaled. But then all of a sudden the dream went all weird and it seemed that the back of this building was now open. There were no walls. I could now see the street behind, quite a busy street it was, but no cars were about. Then, I saw the mafia bloke walking about with his tarted up bird. They were walking away, but then, very freakishly he turned around, saw me and gave the most evil look EVER!
I instantly payed the tribe 1000 dollars, instead of the 9000 they were asking for and ran away with the revolver. All of a sudden it seemed very light, almost like a toy. I glanced inside its barrel and it looked fully loaded. So the chase began.
I scarpered out of the open backway of the building and started sprinting inhumanely through the different streets of San Fransisco. At one point I stopped to fire shots at him and his wife, but all I heard was the clacking of plastic. I looked inside the barrel once again, this time it seemed that there were cigarette buts placed neatly in each hole. I couldn't believe my luck. I dropped the gun and ran as fast as I could. They were still chasing me at rapid speeds, but I was still running faster than ever.
"Come on, faster woman! We're losing him!"
I heard him say, and I felt a bit more pleased with my performance. I was an unstoppable speed demon. Then quite daftly I turned into another street, which was a dead end.
"We've got him now honey!"
I didn't know it was a dead end until she said that, so luckily I spotted a fence beside a terrace house and flew over it in no time. Now, not only could I run like mad, but I could jump like mad. But then suddenly, as I was running straight forward to another fence to try and lose them, a blue stunt car screeched to a halt. The drivers looked like the over-enthusiastic stuntmen you saw in Jackie Chan's old movies. I wasn't going to stand around though, I simply ran towards the two drivers and as they got out of the car I did what Jackie Chan would've done...a flying kick that hit both of them in one go.
This was turning out to be an alright dream, but at the beginning it seemed all too real. As I came up to a fence once again, sure that I had lost them, I heard barking. It sounded familiar. In fact, it was the barking of my next door neighbours annoying little bull terrier. Well, at least it got me out of the surreal mafia world. I never thought it would be so scary. But just think how much more scary it would be if a whole mafia family were after you, I thought to myself.
At first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does. Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.
Yeah, that rules.
:D
:D
Or "forged 'boud id".
:)
:)
Lord Posh wrote:
first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL
> one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes
> last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean
> that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does.
> Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket
> sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have
> those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.
I had a dream last night too, you know. In fact, many :P
Nah, seriously. Sounds like a cool dream, and Mickey Blue Eyes rules.
"You gotta talk more like a gangsta. Like, 'get outta hee'."
*Insert numerous 'hee' noises from Hugh Grant*
:)
first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL
> one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes
> last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean
> that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does.
> Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket
> sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have
> those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.
I had a dream last night too, you know. In fact, many :P
Nah, seriously. Sounds like a cool dream, and Mickey Blue Eyes rules.
"You gotta talk more like a gangsta. Like, 'get outta hee'."
*Insert numerous 'hee' noises from Hugh Grant*
:)
It's been a while coming, but last night I had a dream. Not just any ordinary dream (even though dreams are never ordinary) but one that made me poop my poshous pants all through the night.
I'll try my best to recollect everything. Enjoy!
...
Gah, my head's just gone blank thinking about it. Why the hell does that always happen?!?
Anyway I can tell you that it had something to do with a bunch of mafia guys (me as one) shooting each other in a forest kinda place. Right I've remembered the end bit now so here goes...
Me and some mafia dudes had a huge fall out and it ended in a guns and bullet galore. Three of the five of us were dead and it was just me and another mafia blokey lying on the floor. He was busy rolling around not knowing that I was still alive, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to "whack" him.
I rose my gun (some kinda beretta I think) and pulled the trigger. *click*
I thought to myself "Holy beGesus". Once he heard the clicking sound of my gun, he immediately rolled to a position facing me and took a shot at me. I ran incredibly fast and it seemed that I could never stop. Like I was superman.
Somehow, I knew that I was being hunted so I looked for a hide out. Luckily I came across a strange building. Looked somehow like a factory, but inside it was the home of some tribe. It was a spooky place, but I entered anyway and I started receiving hacky, scary looks. I still ran right to the end of this building, past dirty hanging sheets and hid there thinking I was safe. Suddenly, three members of the tribe confronted me asking "What are you doing here?"
I told them about the whole situation. Then I saw a gun similar to mine in each of their pockets and I felt relieved.
"Hey guys! Give me one of your guns!"
The tribe laughed
"We don't give away our beauties. You will have to share a bit of light first."
I immediately understood what they were intending so I quite willingly flashed my cash.
"So what do you think now, huh?"
One of them got an ancient looking bag with rope tied at the top, and opened it in front of me. I saw a couple of revolvers, but they looked slightly smaller than normal. I wasn't going to complain because I desperately needed some firepower.
*knock knock*
I crapped myself. Somebody opened the door, and Mr. Mafia dude was standing there with his furry coat on and his wife next to him. I stood behind a wall and listened in.
"Hey you haven't seen a guy running just before have ya? You know, quite tall and broad. No? Ok then."
I finally exhaled. But then all of a sudden the dream went all weird and it seemed that the back of this building was now open. There were no walls. I could now see the street behind, quite a busy street it was, but no cars were about. Then, I saw the mafia bloke walking about with his tarted up bird. They were walking away, but then, very freakishly he turned around, saw me and gave the most evil look EVER!
I instantly payed the tribe 1000 dollars, instead of the 9000 they were asking for and ran away with the revolver. All of a sudden it seemed very light, almost like a toy. I glanced inside its barrel and it looked fully loaded. So the chase began.
I scarpered out of the open backway of the building and started sprinting inhumanely through the different streets of San Fransisco. At one point I stopped to fire shots at him and his wife, but all I heard was the clacking of plastic. I looked inside the barrel once again, this time it seemed that there were cigarette buts placed neatly in each hole. I couldn't believe my luck. I dropped the gun and ran as fast as I could. They were still chasing me at rapid speeds, but I was still running faster than ever.
"Come on, faster woman! We're losing him!"
I heard him say, and I felt a bit more pleased with my performance. I was an unstoppable speed demon. Then quite daftly I turned into another street, which was a dead end.
"We've got him now honey!"
I didn't know it was a dead end until she said that, so luckily I spotted a fence beside a terrace house and flew over it in no time. Now, not only could I run like mad, but I could jump like mad. But then suddenly, as I was running straight forward to another fence to try and lose them, a blue stunt car screeched to a halt. The drivers looked like the over-enthusiastic stuntmen you saw in Jackie Chan's old movies. I wasn't going to stand around though, I simply ran towards the two drivers and as they got out of the car I did what Jackie Chan would've done...a flying kick that hit both of them in one go.
This was turning out to be an alright dream, but at the beginning it seemed all too real. As I came up to a fence once again, sure that I had lost them, I heard barking. It sounded familiar. In fact, it was the barking of my next door neighbours annoying little bull terrier. Well, at least it got me out of the surreal mafia world. I never thought it would be so scary. But just think how much more scary it would be if a whole mafia family were after you, I thought to myself.
At first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does. Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.
I'll try my best to recollect everything. Enjoy!
...
Gah, my head's just gone blank thinking about it. Why the hell does that always happen?!?
Anyway I can tell you that it had something to do with a bunch of mafia guys (me as one) shooting each other in a forest kinda place. Right I've remembered the end bit now so here goes...
Me and some mafia dudes had a huge fall out and it ended in a guns and bullet galore. Three of the five of us were dead and it was just me and another mafia blokey lying on the floor. He was busy rolling around not knowing that I was still alive, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to "whack" him.
I rose my gun (some kinda beretta I think) and pulled the trigger. *click*
I thought to myself "Holy beGesus". Once he heard the clicking sound of my gun, he immediately rolled to a position facing me and took a shot at me. I ran incredibly fast and it seemed that I could never stop. Like I was superman.
Somehow, I knew that I was being hunted so I looked for a hide out. Luckily I came across a strange building. Looked somehow like a factory, but inside it was the home of some tribe. It was a spooky place, but I entered anyway and I started receiving hacky, scary looks. I still ran right to the end of this building, past dirty hanging sheets and hid there thinking I was safe. Suddenly, three members of the tribe confronted me asking "What are you doing here?"
I told them about the whole situation. Then I saw a gun similar to mine in each of their pockets and I felt relieved.
"Hey guys! Give me one of your guns!"
The tribe laughed
"We don't give away our beauties. You will have to share a bit of light first."
I immediately understood what they were intending so I quite willingly flashed my cash.
"So what do you think now, huh?"
One of them got an ancient looking bag with rope tied at the top, and opened it in front of me. I saw a couple of revolvers, but they looked slightly smaller than normal. I wasn't going to complain because I desperately needed some firepower.
*knock knock*
I crapped myself. Somebody opened the door, and Mr. Mafia dude was standing there with his furry coat on and his wife next to him. I stood behind a wall and listened in.
"Hey you haven't seen a guy running just before have ya? You know, quite tall and broad. No? Ok then."
I finally exhaled. But then all of a sudden the dream went all weird and it seemed that the back of this building was now open. There were no walls. I could now see the street behind, quite a busy street it was, but no cars were about. Then, I saw the mafia bloke walking about with his tarted up bird. They were walking away, but then, very freakishly he turned around, saw me and gave the most evil look EVER!
I instantly payed the tribe 1000 dollars, instead of the 9000 they were asking for and ran away with the revolver. All of a sudden it seemed very light, almost like a toy. I glanced inside its barrel and it looked fully loaded. So the chase began.
I scarpered out of the open backway of the building and started sprinting inhumanely through the different streets of San Fransisco. At one point I stopped to fire shots at him and his wife, but all I heard was the clacking of plastic. I looked inside the barrel once again, this time it seemed that there were cigarette buts placed neatly in each hole. I couldn't believe my luck. I dropped the gun and ran as fast as I could. They were still chasing me at rapid speeds, but I was still running faster than ever.
"Come on, faster woman! We're losing him!"
I heard him say, and I felt a bit more pleased with my performance. I was an unstoppable speed demon. Then quite daftly I turned into another street, which was a dead end.
"We've got him now honey!"
I didn't know it was a dead end until she said that, so luckily I spotted a fence beside a terrace house and flew over it in no time. Now, not only could I run like mad, but I could jump like mad. But then suddenly, as I was running straight forward to another fence to try and lose them, a blue stunt car screeched to a halt. The drivers looked like the over-enthusiastic stuntmen you saw in Jackie Chan's old movies. I wasn't going to stand around though, I simply ran towards the two drivers and as they got out of the car I did what Jackie Chan would've done...a flying kick that hit both of them in one go.
This was turning out to be an alright dream, but at the beginning it seemed all too real. As I came up to a fence once again, sure that I had lost them, I heard barking. It sounded familiar. In fact, it was the barking of my next door neighbours annoying little bull terrier. Well, at least it got me out of the surreal mafia world. I never thought it would be so scary. But just think how much more scary it would be if a whole mafia family were after you, I thought to myself.
At first I couldn't understand why I had such a dream, and such a REAL one at that. But now I know. It was because I watched Mickey Blue Eyes last night for the first time and enjoyed it a lot. Does that mean that every film you watch and enjoy influences a dream?..Yes it does. Although I am yet to have a Lord of the Rings or Full Metal Jacket sort of dream it remains true. But don't worry becuase if I do have those dreams, you'll all be the first to know about it.