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Some of my dreams are boring. One time I was looking for wooden dowel rods. No reason that I knew of for such a thing. I wasn't in a hurry and nothing, absolutely nothing happened. I found some rods and walked around with them looking for more.... and that was it.Always an adventure.
Well, that explains my dream...I wandered for days trying to find my stolen dowel rods.Some of my dreams are boring. One time I was looking for wooden dowel rods. No reason that I knew of for such a thing. I wasn't in a hurry and nothing, absolutely nothing happened. I found some rods and walked around with them looking for more.... and that was it.
When I woke up I wondered why I had to remember that one and forget some of the ones that were fun and adventurous that I knew I had but couldn't quite recall enough of to remember. But I remember dowel rod hunts, very dull ones.
I also remember having a dream where I was sitting at a kitchen table sorting pinto beans from stones, that was it. Dullsville Sister!
Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.Well, that explains my dream...I wandered for days trying to find my stolen dowel rods.
Your dreaming about sorting stones from pinto beans is hilarious.Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.
I was run over by a bus once, but that's a story for another time.
Some of my dreams are boring. One time I was looking for wooden dowel rods. No reason that I knew of for such a thing. I wasn't in a hurry and nothing, absolutely nothing happened. I found some rods and walked around with them looking for more.... and that was it.
When I woke up I wondered why I had to remember that one and forget some of the ones that were fun and adventurous that I knew I had but couldn't quite recall enough of to remember. But I remember dowel rod hunts, very dull ones.
I also remember having a dream where I was sitting at a kitchen table sorting pinto beans from stones, that was it. Dullsville Sister!
Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.
I was run over by a bus once, but that's a story for another time.
I don't recall precisely when I had the getting hit by a bus dream, but it has been with me for as long as I can remember. I remember being a child standing on the side of the street. I crossed the street then the next thing I knew I was under a bus. I knew I was dead, but I was still seeing the underbelly of the bus. I was wondering why I could still see even though I was dead. Then I remember being really glad it didn't hurt.I was shot in a dream once when I was about 8 years old. It burned and sizzled and I think that is what it must feel like. Lower back. slo mo.
(my freak sister was probably poking me)
Never been hit by a bus yet. Maybe tonight.
Ws it after reading a certain DT book??I don't recall precisely when I had the getting hit by a bus dream, but it has been with me for as long as I can remember. I remember being a child standing on the side of the street. I crossed the street then the next thing I knew I was under a bus. I knew I was dead, but I was still seeing the underbelly of the bus. I was wondering why I could still see even though I was dead. Then I remember being really glad it didn't hurt.
Ws it after reading a certain DT book??Jake
I don't remember when I had it but the first time I talked about it was when I was about 6 or so. I must have had it around that time.Ws it after reading a certain DT book??Jake
....blowing Z's in Hoss's hair....Anyone ever dream about SKMB members?
....blowing Z's in Hoss's hair....
At least it wasn't this creepy pig from the Feed The Pig commercial.Last night I had a dream about a blue bug volkswagon. It was speeding down the road and overturned.
It crashed into a lake. And the occupant was saved. Pulled the occupant out of the car and he was wearing a pig suit, just like one of those avatar spinning pigs here - and danced spinning and shaking head up and down in the water outside of the VW, because he was saved.
So there ya go.
I may have mentioned this previously, but I had a recurring dream when I was about five.
I wake up in my bed next to an evil version of me, and he spends the whole dream trying to kill me in my room. I beg him to stop, but he says he's going to get rid of me in some of the meanest ways he can, if I just let him. Some of the threats he makes, the things he says are words I don't remember even knowing as a five year old boy. A pile of wooden chairs materialize at the foot of the bed, and I mange to throw him under them. Under the pile, back to he wall, he smacks his lips and bursts into flames, calling for help in my voice. The chairs catch the comforter on the bed, which catch the drapes, and we scream for each other as the room goes up. When his screams, which are my screams, turn wet, I know I'm alone.
Then I wake up. When this dream stopped altogether later that year, I remember thinking I was scared of two things: burning and being alone with myself.