I dreamt about LG again last night. *confused*
It's never been this close to another dream like that before.

I also dreamt about being chased, RT people, skype and this weird canal-venice style skating thing.

We need more details before we can mastubate.

for all the time I waste on here I'l glad to say I've never dreamed about this joint

Black Rain is starting to get into my dreams, Nick.

I dreamed last night that tricky & I landed in Japan, only to find out that some kind of war had started.  Ian had been detained in London as a draft into some military service.  Nick was telling all of this to us at the airport, and then he decided to sneak us into the country (of Japan).

Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking!  So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up).  She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more.  When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."

Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking!  So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up).  She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more.  When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."

Hot! Why can't I have dreams like this?

Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking!  So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up).  She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more.  When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."

Hot! Why can't I have dreams like this?

Did he call you a dirty girl?
A very bad, very dirty girl?

Did you have sex with katie?

katie's boyfriend, actually. he doesn't look 35!

funny and it's true; he doesn't! how was he? sometimes he can get rough. your bum was probably nice and red.

We need more details before we can mastubate.

It's not really a wankable dream.

It was kinda lame. Bagman was there, talking about sex or something, he was saying about puking and farting (wtf?!) whilst having sex. Then he talked about how fun it was being a jerk. Then it was in a darkish room, around midday, curtains closed but light coming in, Indian summer was sitting on a bean bag. There was a record player on and she joined in the sex conversation. She wasn't happy and complained about her friends. Then someone added me on skype called 'Don__' and I thought it was bagman but it was actually Odon! And I talked to him about some things.

This dream comes in 3 parts.

Part 1:
In the first part, my neighbor asks if I'd like some help on planting a few plants in my front yard.  I accept his offer, and then go inside to get some tools.  When I come back out, he has build this concrete sidewalk monstrosity that looks quite a lot like an escher painting.  it has a weird "security feature" at the front door, where i have to walk down some steps, then up some steps, then up some more steps (at a right angle to the other steps), and then JUMP to the other side to get to my front door.  Which is now, by the way, about 8 feet in the air.

Additionally, he has put in pylons and created a sidewalk that goes all the way around the house, but up above the rooftop.  It's insane!  But I thank him for it, because he plainly put in a lot of effort.  I question the sidewalk up in the air for not having any railings, and he says he'll get to work on them.  I start to walk into my house (down, up, up + 90^o,...) and I'm shifted through time.

Part 2:
I find myself in a room with several other people.  We're apparently refugees in time, and this particular spot in time is kind of the tide pool of time.  It's where all of the trash w/o a time-destination gets dropped.  So, we're kind of milling about, and I find a few things in the room we're in (like some porcelain dishware, some kind of tablet computer, some magazines and colored pens - this was a lot clearer when I first woke up).  I get the idea that the next room over is some kind of interrogation room, and decide I want to check it out.

Side story (knowledge I had in the dream):
Travelling through time ends up giving you a distorted view of what could be at a given time.  So, you get these snapshot memories of possible other "futures" mixed in with your memories.  And, because you're still completely covered in time, sometimes you end up switching between the times without knowing.

Part 2 (continued):
So, we lock the door to the room that we're in, and i have a guy at the door turn off the lights in the room for 4 seconds while i peek through the window that's shuttered into the other room.  I just get a brief glance but, it appears that the next room over is a room much like ours, with peope much like us.  When the lights come back on, the shutters are in place again, and I decide to get the hallway.

The hallway now has soldiers in it, which makes me realize that I've slipped sideways in time; the guys that picked me up before were very kind chinese folks, and these are latin guerilla-looking soliders.  When I look back into the room, as well, it only has one other person in it - the dude that was operating the light switch for me.  For some reason, we're both holding things from the last time-space; me, the tablet computer, him, a cup.  I think that's why we slipped through time - force exerted on us from these objects.

So, we sneak out of the room.

Part 3:
We're in a garage, and we plan on shifting time again.  But I want to take something valuable with me.  There's a hacksaw and a few vehicles, so I get to the process of stealing the mufflers, for the palladium in them (??).  The valuable part of the mufflers turns out to be in some weird brown bags inside of the mufflers, and so we grab those and I pick up the tablet computer (which turns out to be a time-slipping device).

I press a few buttons with my fingernail, ...

and that's when I get a text message from Mello and wake up.

I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).

Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).

Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

Wow.

and so we grab those and I pick up the tablet computer (which turns out to be a time-slipping device).

I press a few buttons with my fingernail, ...

and that's when I get a text message from Mello and wake up.

Proof that your brain can detect and has learnt to recognise the packet with your phone number transmitted to your phone. ( If you woke up just before the message and not woke up due to vibe or sound of messge recipt)

If I set an alarm, I always wake up 1 minute before it rings. It doesn't matter if it's 5am or 9am

My latest dream is so fucked that I won't even type it out here. Let's just say it was rather taboo.

My latest dream is so fucked that I won't even type it out here. Let's just say it was rather taboo.

At LEAST PM it to me.

Krsna: Thanks for the LOL.

Noooo. It's embarrassing.

speak it

No way!

You let Eddo tentacle rape your pooper?

How did you know??

You know I'll enjoy it tricky.

How did you know??

I can see inside your head

This morning, my dream's character (3rd person dream) was in some kind of prison.  It was modelled to look exactly like a city, but it was all fake.  Like, no cars, but still a blacktop street and a separate sidewalk.  The buildings all looked only about 2-3 stories tall, but their exteriors were designed with "windows" that went up for 10-15 stories.  So, standing next to a "building", you felt 4 stories tall.

In the dream, the character woke up and got out of bed in my "room", which was in a cul-de-sac.  He started walking, and he realized all of these things:  that it was all fake.  Which led me (dreaming me) to realize that something must have happened, because the character is SUPPOSED to believe that all of this is real.

So, he walks around for a while, and eventually finds what I can only describe as a rigged casino.  And as the character looks around, this dude with crazy curly hair (white dude with a 'fro) comes over to my character and is laughing about how he'd just won some game.  Around this time, we switch from a 3rd person to a 1st person perspective.

I notice over the fro-guy's shoulder that there's a really big door in a place i'd never seen before, and that it's opening.  No one else is paying any attention, not even the fro guy.  That's when it hits dreaming-me:  I really am in some kind of weird prison, but that's a door out of it.

So, I walk over to the door.  Some guys are walking into the game room with suits and briefcases.  I look down, and I happen to be wearing a suit as well (no one else in the place has had anything like that on).  So, I walk straight by them.

Past the door, there's a short hallway, a small reception area with a security guard behind a desk, and then a bank of glass doors with sunshine coming through them.  I walk straight out those doors, and I'm standing on a real street, with real cars (futuristic-seeming), real people, and a police officer writing someone a ticket.

I turn awway from the police officer and start walking.

(there's a lot more to the dream, but the rest is pretty jumbled).

Side story (knowledge I had in the dream):
Travelling through time ends up giving you a distorted view of what could be at a given time.  So, you get these snapshot memories of possible other "futures" mixed in with your memories.  And, because you're still completely covered in time, sometimes you end up switching between the times without knowing.

That sort of sounds like a pretty good description of dreams themselves.

I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).

Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

Hahahahaha!

Thursday night I woke up and I was in Tahiti. I was standing on some volcanic rock formations, looking down at some spotted eagle rays swimming around in a mini-lagoon. My whole immediate family, as well as many of my friends, were there with me. It seemed to be some sort of big group vacation, and everything was pretty cool. We were staying in some sweet-ass beach house/villa type things, but unfortunately, since I knew this wasn't a dream, I couldn't really enjoy myself. I couldn't get past the fact that I had no recollection of how I'd got there, or even how I'd gotten onto the volcanic rock formations where I'd woken up. What made this all the more bizarre was that nobody I was there with found it weird that I didn't remember anything about the trip.

Oh well this took me by surprise.  I had a dream with an L-Ger in it.....a dirty dream.  The funniest part is WHO it was.

.....tricky.  Yes, I do not lie.

Other than that, in a separate dream, I remember swinging on a swingset in the dark singing Psychedelic Sacrifice by Electric Hellfire Club:
They say the Devil is alive and well
In Northport, Long Island
A sleepy town turned upside down
By a little Satanic violence
Ricky was the Acid King
A heavy metal fan
Leader of the Knights of the Black Circle
Satan's Left-Hand Man
A bunch of teenage loners
Looking for some thrills
Fucked-up, drug-crazed stoners
On the highway to Hell

Drugs, death and the Devil
A psychedelic sacrifice
For the love of Satan
Someone had to pay the price
They took him down to the killing ground
Where no one could hear his cries
Screaming for his mama
While Ricky tore out his eyes

Say you love Satan
All the drugs you've taken
Were a sacrament in his name
Say you love Satan
Claim him as your savior
Let yourself go insane

Ricky was the Acid King
He said that he could do anything
In a prison cell between heaven and Hell
He made the angels sing
Drugs, death and the Devil
You will never understand
A psychedelic sacrifice
Because Satan is my main man!

Say you love Satan
All the drugs you've taken
Were a sacrament in his name
Say you love Satan
Claim him as your savior
Let yourself go insane


Tricky gives really good head

This is a dream I had the other night that I woke up right at the end of and immediately wrote down:


It all started when a family decides to go to a cabin set within a bunch of cabins
that they have been going to for years, and previous family members
have been going to for years.
When they arrive, they find that the other three cabins set near their cabin
that are usually inhabited at this time, are empty.  All except one.  They
go to the cabin, as a family, to introduce themselves, and it begins.  As
they knock on a door they notice a man sitting alone staring at the
opposite end of the rooms side in complete blankness.  The mother
and father of the family walk through the screen door to intorduce
themselves to the man, and as they do they notice a set of extremely
charred extremities.  They ask the man who the extremities belong to
and he says the rest of his family.  As the mother and father turn to
leave, the man catches the mother by the arm and asks her if she wants
to know how it happened.  She replies that she does not, but he shows
her anyway.  As the man holds the womans arm she is taken back to
another time, but the same place. 
It seems as if she is taken to some year in the 1980's.  But she and the man
are not watching the past scenario he asked her if she wanted to watch happen,
happen, the man is a real man, and she is a real woman, or so she thinks.  He turns
to her and asks her again if she wants to see what happened, and she has
nothing left to do but stare at the man in blank horror. He leads her up the
steps to his family cabin, and yells for his family members in come outside.
The mother, and the son come outside and ask him what it is that he wants.
He says he wants them to go into the chicken coup by the side of the
house and put the chickens in for the evening.  As they go to check
on the chickens, the man calmly goes inside of the cabin and retrieves
a can of gasoline, a stick with a cloth wrapped around the end, and a lighter,
from behind the couch that in the other dimension he was previously
sitting in.  As he calmly walks back outside of the cabin the woman reaches
for the man in order to restrain him for doing what she can only imagine
is burn his family alive, but as she reaches for him she realizes that
he is nothing but a ghost, she cannot do anything about what is going to
happen, like he said, she can only watched what happened.  So she
decides so that she does not anger this ghost of a deranged person,
to follow him.
When they reach the chicken coup the woman stops slightly outside of
the door as the man walks through the door and yells for his wife and son
to come out and help him build a fire to cook dinner on.  As the wife and
son walk through the door of the coup the man quickly douses them
both in gasoline and commands them both to go stand about five yards
ahead of him next to a set of trees.  Shaking and screaming, the both
of them do as they are told, and as they are walking to the predetermined
spot the man has told them to go to the man lights the stick and runs over to
his son and wife and sets them both on fire.  He then yells to the woman
who is watching this madness all happen and asks her if she wants to
see what happens next.  She doesn't answer which angers the man
and as if the woman and boy are in a trance he tells the boy calmly
to stand where he is, and for his wife to go over and stand next to
the woman.  As she strolls over to the woman the woman is shaking
as she stands there.  When the wife is getting closer to the woman,
the woman picks up a stick to jab the burning wife with so that she can
see if she is real or if every part of this is a bad dream, and when she
finds a stick she jabs the woman with it and finds that the woman is real
but cannot be hurt by the stick.  So the woman turns and runs, and as she
does she fins that no matter where she turns to hide to the man appears
right within her sight and sends another burning family member over
to her to show her how to happened.  The woman then decides to try and
touch the wife just so she knows that this is a dream.  When she reaches
for the mans wife, the woman opens her mouth and as the woman
reaches in, she touches the back of the womans throat and realizes
that the opening of the womans mouth is the end of her throat.  This
wife, this creature isn't a living person, it's a thing.  When she takes her
hand back from the woman she is now right in front of the man.  He says
to her, you have seen all that you will see, and she is transported back
to the time where her husband and and her are standing inside of the
doorway to the mans cabin. 
Her husband turns to her and says that he guesses that they were wrong
for thinking that there was someone here, since the entire cabin is
abandened.  The man then turns to his wife and says that he guesses
they should go outside and get the kids since he said they were
playing in that old run down chicken coup and they needed to set up
camp at their cabin anyway.  Completely confused, the woman shakes
her head and follows her husband outside.  When they reach the chicken
coup he goes inside and starts yelling for the kid and when he does he locks
himself inside the chicken coup.  The woman then sees her husband reach
for a gas can, a stick and a lighter and grabs her children and douses them
with gasoline, and then he douses himself.  The woman realizes that this
is real and not a dream and starts shaking the door to the chicken coup screaming
for her husband to stop.  He then flicks on the lighter and lights the stick
and lights himself and their two children on fire.  Her son then turns to her
and says, but mommy we would rather show you what happens when we
die then let you die before us.  She then feels a tap on her shoulder, turns,
and finds the man standing before her again.  He then douses her with
gasoline and sets her on fire.

woah, that's a pretty good story.

Yea, heroin is one helluva drug.

i always have a lot of sexual dreams (wet dreams) but not WET i guess orgasm dreams? and i always have war-like dreams like where i see a lot of fucked up aircrafts attacking us and i see a lot of rockets and missiles and esp blue and white hotizontal striped missiles or some shit that looks like em... and im always in danger.