What Did You Dream About Last Night?

MacBuddhaBurger wrote:Congratulations to Holodeck on taking on the great burden of a Moderator.

Yay!

Editing and moving posts in the SPD forum. Yep. Also thank you. ^.^

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I actually remember having a dream of a road trip with a woman I don't believe I'd ever met before. She kept pushing for time and insisting we'd be late, but we were REALLY good on time. I basically told her to hush the entire dream.

MacBuddhaBurger wrote:Congratulations to Holodeck on taking on the great burden of a Moderator.

Yay!

Something that more than one of us here has personal experience with and .... um.... well, we won't go into that.

This thread makes me sad.

I really haven't remembered my dream for months now.

I had a dream my son received an sms that I was dead, I could see and hear all of it, but actually I really was dead.

Woke up and anguishedly mumbled this dream to my SO.

Got back to sleep and dreamed of roaming around my childhood neighborhoods, again.
I was with a friend, who remained anonymous, and we were going from door to door for easter. I was neither a kid or an adult. Suddenly the friend just leaves, she just pretty much says I suck. I was genuinely stunned and confused, since we were having fun.
Next, I'm with my mother in law, theme easter is back on and she won't stop talking!

I dreamed about some summer very long time ago. It was one particular place I have visited many times. I sat at the table outdoors and I was eating huge ice-cream. I had a flowery dress and white sandals. My family were all there and some of my relatives too. The weather was very warm and I looked at the sky and saw how the sun was shining. It was a happy dream.

I was dating Mike Armine from Rosetta.

Seemed to be making a movie in India, and found myself in the unfortunate role of the Fixer without any Bollywood connections.

Seemed to be a completely useless film with no one in real control of anything, involving opium dens, chai shops run by deranged drug dealing germans, inbred jihadis with sloping foreheads, international intelligence agents lacking in intelligence, and Ewan McGregor being a total pain in the arse both on set and off it and dragging around an extremely large suitcase containing clothes unsuitable for anyone and expecting me to sort his life out for him.

Did contain a number of in-jokes which are impossible to explain here due to a subconscious injunction by Charlie Boorman and other interested & disinterested parties in the collective insanity.

Was bored by the whole process - see the Process Church - that it was easier to call it a night and wake up shouting.

Was certainly not a wrap.

If this movie ever gets made i would certainly give it a miss.

Trees that were shaped as if they were screaming in fear. They weren't too human looking, rather eye and mouth holes. They all had crowns of leaves up top with two branches that looked like arms in a shocked...well they all looked like they were imitating the Scream or Macaulay Culkin. There was more, but I can't quite remember enough to write about it.

swimming in a sea of vanilla custard - it was hard not to eat as I tried to swim

I forgot what I dreamed about.
But I did wake up at 3:34 with the thought omg I forgot to set up my alarm. I was like soundly in sleep but woke up just to make sure I won't be late from work.