Ever Dream About A Member?
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That must mean a lot of people are dreaming about me around the clock. Wonder what my part is.......
I dreamed that Frank jumped off a roof somewhere in the desert.......
Not that I can recall.
But there is this one dream where the phone just rings and rings but nobody answers it.
I wonder who that is, not answering that phone.
But there is this one dream where the phone just rings and rings but nobody answers it.
I wonder who that is, not answering that phone.
Last night! I dreamed I accidentally sent an email to JohnD (I just can't get rid of his addy in my email addy book 
), AND I GOT AN ANSWER 
), AND I GOT AN ANSWER
NO! The darn dog woke me up just as I was deciding whether to open the message!
I have no dreams about you guys...... The only King related dreams i have center round Pet sematary. Most often i take part in it and gets killed by Gage. Thats when i wake up.....
Just about our host...the one, after-Cell...he's in the gas station sitting at a school deck of all things, reading a book...I walk in...we communicate with thought, great stories! thanks! and then all these guys hunkered down by the Li'l Debbies get up and hustle out the door. Were those members? At the time, I thought, yes...King got up and went with them. I think it was me...I'm guilty...you name it...I did it, hang me high.
And then that other'n, after the bus story, a younger King standing there, giving an interview I think...but he had gnarly toenails...real gnarly things, Fred Flintstone feet...and the only reason I noticed them is 'cause he was barefoot and he kinda scratched the side of one leg with the gnarly toenails of the other. I was distraught.
There were some other people around...maybe they were members? King was standing by a bus, the wind was blowing his hair. All very very...17th Century with a 20th Century twist.
And there's some dimly lit scene awhile back...I think that involved members...and dogs, little dancing bears, and something else. I forget.
And then that other'n, after the bus story, a younger King standing there, giving an interview I think...but he had gnarly toenails...real gnarly things, Fred Flintstone feet...and the only reason I noticed them is 'cause he was barefoot and he kinda scratched the side of one leg with the gnarly toenails of the other. I was distraught.
There were some other people around...maybe they were members? King was standing by a bus, the wind was blowing his hair. All very very...17th Century with a 20th Century twist.
And there's some dimly lit scene awhile back...I think that involved members...and dogs, little dancing bears, and something else. I forget.
The reason I can't sleep is because I'm afraid OoO is dreaming about me.
It wasn't a dream except for the jumping part.
I did for a while but then I found out it's my choice to.
I actually have dreamed about people from the SKMB. More than once...people I've met and even a couple I haven't. I've also had dreams about posting things here. Maybe I just spend way too much time here?
More than once...people I've met and even a couple I haven't. I've also had dreams about posting things here. Maybe I just spend way too much time here?
Nah, Debbie, you can NEVER spend to much time here!!
I have not had a dream about anyone here. Ha!
I want to share a dream I had recently! Puhhhleeease.
I'm walking toward a mini mall with some people. Shots can be heard from the direction of the mall. I don't run TO gun fire, I run AWAY from gun fire. We are running away and it looks like I'm running towards some woods. All of a sudden (it always is in dreams) I see little puffs of dirt coming up around me. Ha! Bazztid is shooting at me/us. He's peppering the ground around me. I fall into a depression (<<Freudian) up to my waist and I can't easily get out. I decide to drape myself over the lip of the depression and act dead. (<<<also Freudian) Everyone else keeps running. I hear him coming up behind me. I am to climb out and walk toward him. I turn and I see the muzzle of the rifle. He's going to shoot and kill me. I don't feel like walking toward him to my death. Eff that. I sorta climb out but I hook my right heal on the edge of the depression and with a mighty shove I lunge toward him to tackle him.
That's when I hit my bedroom floor.
I actually launched myself out of my bed and onto the floor. 
(It's a miracle I didn't break body parts.) I remember a huge jolt that rattled my body and jaw. I got up fists clenched confused as he11 but ready to fight.
The reason I liked that dream so much is, I wasn't going to get killed without a fight. I was cheezed off to have a automatic rifle pointed at me and be shot/killed. I was going to at least tackle or trip the gun man.
(And yes, I do analyze my dreams.)
Have a great Saturday evening!
I want to share a dream I had recently! Puhhhleeease.
I'm walking toward a mini mall with some people. Shots can be heard from the direction of the mall. I don't run TO gun fire, I run AWAY from gun fire. We are running away and it looks like I'm running towards some woods. All of a sudden (it always is in dreams) I see little puffs of dirt coming up around me. Ha! Bazztid is shooting at me/us. He's peppering the ground around me. I fall into a depression (<<Freudian) up to my waist and I can't easily get out. I decide to drape myself over the lip of the depression and act dead. (<<<also Freudian) Everyone else keeps running. I hear him coming up behind me. I am to climb out and walk toward him. I turn and I see the muzzle of the rifle. He's going to shoot and kill me. I don't feel like walking toward him to my death. Eff that. I sorta climb out but I hook my right heal on the edge of the depression and with a mighty shove I lunge toward him to tackle him.
That's when I hit my bedroom floor.
I actually launched myself out of my bed and onto the floor. (It's a miracle I didn't break body parts.) I remember a huge jolt that rattled my body and jaw. I got up fists clenched confused as he11 but ready to fight. The reason I liked that dream so much is, I wasn't going to get killed without a fight. I was cheezed off to have a automatic rifle pointed at me and be shot/killed. I was going to at least tackle or trip the gun man.
(And yes, I do analyze my dreams.
)Have a great Saturday evening!
It was that NN again, wasn't it? say sorry