Weird Dreams

I had a dream a few weeks ago that I was at some huge fancy ball at night. But it wasn't old-fashioned or anything, everything was ultra-modern and stylish. It was inside this huge glass building with 80-foot-high ceilings and crystal escalators and stuff There was gold glitter everywhere, thinking about it now I realize it was actually raining the stuff, even though we were indoors.

I was with some other teenagers that I had met recently in the dream and had been hanging out with them since the beginning of the ball. Everyone else was mostly adults, and they were all dressed to the nines, with the women wearing white and gold evening gowns and the men wearing tuxes and tails. How us plain-clothes teenagers got invited I don't know.

Anyway, it turned out Avril Lavinge(who I'm not really a fan of although I think she's pretty hot) was singing on stage at the ball, wearing a dazzling white evening gown like most of the other women instead of her usual punk-rock gear.

I realized when I woke up the reason she was there was because in real life one of her songs was playing on the radio next to my bed.

Back in the dream, she walked off the stage while singing and walked right up to me and started to dance with me(slow-dance, that is. Which is weird because I've slow danced maybe 3 times in my life at school dances and stuff). No one else was really paying attenton to us, but she kept dancing with me while singing and sharply staring into my eyes. It was mesmerizing.

After that, the other teenagers I was hanging out with told me that the ball was celebrating a NASA space-launch that was about to happen(right outside the building appearently, even though it looked like the building was in downtown Toronto) and the 5 of us had been invited to come aboard and go into space with the astronauts. They needed to know whether or not I was coming.

The problem was it was extremely difficult to decide because they were taking off in like 15 minutes. I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime oppourtunity, and I probably should do it, but I also knew the extreme physical challenge blasting into orbit was(under many G's for long periods of time, it's supposed to be next to unbearable).

Then I woke up. Weird, eh? What would you have done?
 
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I had a dream that the Redsoxs and Yankees were playing at a park by my house. I was playing catcher for the Redsox's and for some reason we had Randy Johnson pitching that night. I just thought that was funny...
 
I hada dream, when I was a kid, that I was flying a sock with the Ninja Turtles. And we were going to fight Shredder, but I was more like the Rick Jones of the team.
 
I had a dream that I was cell phone shopping with my dad. We went to the local cell spot and right away I noticed something was up. The store looked way different than it did in reality. Then I realized that I would never go shopping for a phone with my Dad, but I was still caught up in the dream. Then David Letterman came walking in with a bodygaurd and that's when I realized I was in a dream. David walks up to me to say hi but I kinda freaked out and screamed David F***ing Letterman at the top of my dream lungs and ran outside to my truck. I was dreaming and fully aware that I was dreaming, and it was really kinda scarey because I was worried about not being able to wake up. Once I got into my bronco I started driving through the shopping center and it got really foggy. Suddenly the shopping center was a murky foggy swamp and my bronco was no longer a truck but a boat with the same interior as my truck. I drove my truckboat around untill I saw a dock with a beautiful woman standing by it. She asked if I could give her a ride over to an island. I said sure and when we got there we had sex and it was sweet!

If you're interested there is an amazing movie about dreams called "waking life" It's really good and directed by the same guy who did "dazed and confused" I can't think of his name right now though.....
 
Planet-man said:
I had a dream a few weeks ago that I was at some huge fancy ball at night. But it wasn't old-fashioned or anything, everything was ultra-modern and stylish. It was inside this huge glass building with 80-foot-high ceilings and crystal escalators and stuff There was gold glitter everywhere, thinking about it now I realize it was actually raining the stuff, even though we were indoors.

I was with some other teenagers that I had met recently in the dream and had been hanging out with them since the beginning of the ball. Everyone else was mostly adults, and they were all dressed to the nines, with the women wearing white and gold evening gowns and the men wearing tuxes and tails. How us plain-clothes teenagers got invited I don't know.

Anyway, it turned out Avril Lavinge(who I'm not really a fan of although I think she's pretty hot) was singing on stage at the ball, wearing a dazzling white evening gown like most of the other women instead of her usual punk-rock gear.

I realized when I woke up the reason she was there was because in real life one of her songs was playing on the radio next to my bed.

Back in the dream, she walked off the stage while singing and walked right up to me and started to dance with me(slow-dance, that is. Which is weird because I've slow danced maybe 3 times in my life at school dances and stuff). No one else was really paying attenton to us, but she kept dancing with me while singing and sharply staring into my eyes. It was mesmerizing.

After that, the other teenagers I was hanging out with told me that the ball was celebrating a NASA space-launch that was about to happen(right outside the building appearently, even though it looked like the building was in downtown Toronto) and the 5 of us had been invited to come aboard and go into space with the astronauts. They needed to know whether or not I was coming.

The problem was it was extremely difficult to decide because they were taking off in like 15 minutes. I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime oppourtunity, and I probably should do it, but I also knew the extreme physical challenge blasting into orbit was(under many G's for long periods of time, it's supposed to be next to unbearable).

Then I woke up. Weird, eh? What would you have done?

Said no and porked Avril

That would be a once in a lifetime thing as well.
 
Ultimate Houde said:
Said no and porked Avril

That would be a once in a lifetime thing as well.


Typical guy response. She is pretty but I don't like her too much anymore. Although her 2nd cd helped me through some tough times.
 
Hibiki said:
Typical guy response. She is pretty but I don't like her too much anymore. Although her 2nd cd helped me through some tough times.

Yes, the cover for the album helped me through tough times as well.

I hope VVD reads this.
 
Yes, the cover for the album helped me through tough times as well.

I hope VVD reads this.

oooooooooooooooooooooh!!!! How did I miss this?!?! :shock: :lol:

I know what you mean man. Kelly Osbourne's second album got me thru some rough times as well. :wink:

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Ok. Audrey (from 24) was in my dream. We were in a computer lab. Then I was in someone's room...

That is the longest vague dream I've ever heard.
 
Wizard World Philly.

2007.

Be there.

I swear, you're the only person that takes me seriously. everyone else just ignores me. But I will. Then Doom and Houde will be capped in the shins. I am not going to jail for attempted manslaughter.
 
I swear, you're the only person that takes me seriously. everyone else just ignores me. But I will. Then Doom and Houde will be capped in the shins. I am not going to jail for attempted manslaughter.

Doom and Houde plan to be there as well.

Doom and Houde don't take lightly to threats

Doom and Houde sounds like a sitcom.
 
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Wizard World Philly.

2007.

Be there.

Seriously.

I swear, you're the only person that takes me seriously. everyone else just ignores me. But I will. Then Doom and Houde will be capped in the shins. I am not going to jail for attempted manslaughter.

I take you seriously........sometimes..........every now and then. You know...when you're rambling on about your silly Secret War conspiracy. I'm sure that given time....you could link the OJ murder case, Princess Di's crash, and Kim Jong Ill's hair to Secret War.

Doom and Houde plan to be there as well.

Doom and Houde don't take lightly to threats

Doom and Houde sounds like a sitcom.

Coming soon to NBC.........because our humor is too high-brow for FOX and honestly---we're just too good for CBS or ABC.

Oh, did I say threat, I meant a promise.

....and Houde has a midget waiting to kick you in the chins. I've seen the videos.....the midget's training is strenuous.
 
Please...I've practically dated a midget unless he's that wierd indian midget that climbs you via tie and then hits to no real degree.
 

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