sleepy
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Post by sleepy on Nov 28, 2005 15:42:23 GMT -4
I think this one qualifies more as a nightmare than a dream, but I dreamt that I had a crush on Paul Reiser. And then we had sex. Paul Reiser, people! WTF???
Ew. I just want to know where the HELL that one came from. I never even watched Mad About You.
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vegasusa555
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Mar 6, 2005 0:15:13 GMT -4
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Post by vegasusa555 on Nov 28, 2005 18:30:10 GMT -4
I had a dream that I was getting busy in the shower with Ewan McGregor last night. And then afterwards, we went out onto his lawn and started knitting. What the hell? Does anyone know what sex and knitting have to do with anything and why I keep having dreams starring Ewan McGregor (even though that's a good thing ?
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dwanollah
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Post by dwanollah on Nov 28, 2005 19:04:00 GMT -4
Don't complain, dear. I'm not complaining about the out-of-nowhere dream I had last week about attending the Oscars with Johnny Depp and making out with him during the commercial breaks. *dreamy sigh*
p.s. Ripley?
I hate you! How come I can never have good dreams about My Boyfriend! ;D
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sleepy
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Post by sleepy on Nov 28, 2005 19:06:28 GMT -4
Vegasusa and Dwanollah, I am so freaking envious right now. Why do you get those two, and I get...Paul Reiser? Sheesh, even in my dreams I can't score the hotties.
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Post by GirlyGhoul on Dec 19, 2005 12:58:03 GMT -4
Well, I came here to post the dream I had last night, but as I was reading through the posts I remembered a dream I had many months ago that was actually a lot more interesting and celeb filled. I'll post the one from last night first: I dreamed that I lived in an apartment with my boyfriend (in reality we have seperate residences), and we spent our days fighting zombies. The apartment complex was one of the few safe havens, but everyday, we never knew which of our neighbors might have become zombies. We got to our apartment and we were both exhausted, but I kept trying to make sure we hadn't forgotten to lock all of the doors and set up other precautions, because you know... zombies. But my boyfriend had gone on to bed and when I went to join him, Napoleon Dynamite was sleeping next to him in my place. I got mad and tried to wriggle in between them when suddenly the zombies busted down the door. The zombies were all female co-workers of ours and when my boyfriend jumped out of bed they attacked and ate him (there's got to be something Freudian in that). I was level headed enough not to spend too much time mourning, but instead just RUN when I bumped into Christina Aquilera. Now, what she was doing in my sub-conscious, I have no idea. But anyway, I asked Christina if she had a car and she said no, and so I told her we'd just have to run for it. She just stood there and started clinging to me and crying that she didn't want to go outside with all the zombies, but I told her there were zombies inside too. So we ran for it, and she was really dragging behind. I was torn between halfway wanting to wait for her, since she might well be the last human on earth and I didn't want to be all alone in Zombie World, but also halfway just wanting to split and leave her ass because... well, maybe I'd actually be better off alone than spending the rest of my days with Christina Agulera. The other dream I had which was many months ago, maybe even a year ago. But I was going to a barbeque and I was all happy because, hey, free food! I was waiting in line to get some food and suddenly realized that Michael Jackson was standing in front of me. I tried to back away and get a new place in line, but when turned, I saw that Scott Peterson was behind me. I put my eyes back forward and decided to just grab some food and try to find a place to sit away from these two freaks. But as I was looking around at the tables I saw Joey Buttafuco was at one and Robert Blake was at another. I realized I was at some really f*cked up barbeque, but now I was surrounded and couldn't really back out of line or even make my way home. I then saw The Osbournes sitting at a table in a far corner. Sharon was turned around talking to someone and Jack and Kelly were busy stuffing their faces, oblivious to everything. Ozzy was just staring straight ahead and in my direction, so I booked it for that table and scooted into the chair in front of him. I grabbed his hands and said desperately, "May I please sit with you? You're the only normal person here!" He got this really distressed look on his face and said "But I'm Ozzy F*ckin' Osbourne!"
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Post by kostgard on Dec 28, 2005 14:52:30 GMT -4
At least some of folks get to have lovely dreams with people like Ewan McGregor - the other night I had a dream that I was staying in this huge mansion and I was trying to take a shower but Hillary Duff wouldn't let me.
Basically I kept wandering around the mansion trying to find a bathroom and every time I did (and had found towels and got the water going), Hillary and her gaggle of girlfriends would storm in claiming that it was the only bathroom available and they needed to check their makeup or do their hair. So I'd grumble and move on to another bathroom and they'd pull the same act again.
I have no idea why I had a dream with Hillary Duff in it. Maybe because I saw her sister on the cover of Maxim or something like that the other day and I was thinking how unfortunate-looking she was, and my subconscious was punishing me for being mean. However, I don't know why I was basically in some seventh grade/mean girls drama with Hillary or why I wanted a shower so badly.
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cyclonevkc
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Mar 8, 2005 16:25:22 GMT -4
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Post by cyclonevkc on Jan 21, 2006 2:20:27 GMT -4
I had a dream that Angelina Jolie was my best friend. No, not that kind of friend, just a regular friend, and she was really nice and funny. And Brad was there with her, so he was my friend too. And we were at my high school at a football game. Which is odd because I've been out of HS for nine years. There was no sex of any kind involved.
Which reminds me, I had a really great dream about Viggo Mortensen a few months ago... he was dressed like Strider, you know, the first scene he's in Fellowship of the Ring with the hood and the pipe and everything? And we were on some sort of cross-country journey, and he was dark and brooding and sensitive and mysterious. And no sex there either. God I have really pathetic dreams. If I can't conjure up some sort of fantasy with Viggo, I may as well end it all now.
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ladymadonna
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Post by ladymadonna on Jan 29, 2006 3:44:12 GMT -4
Umm... last night I had a dream I was making out with Simon Cowell from American Idol. I woke up just as he was easing me down on the coffee table in my living room, and it was all very... romantic. The wierdest part was, I only came up to just below his shoulder and I had to get up on my tippytoes to kiss him. Now, I DO think Simon is attractive, but... umm.. no. Mr. ladymadonna laughed at me and told me I watch too much TV.
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dwanollah
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Post by dwanollah on Jan 29, 2006 4:16:31 GMT -4
ladymadonna loves manboobs! ladymadonna love manboobs!
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Post by ladyboy on Jan 29, 2006 14:33:52 GMT -4
The other night I dreamt that Keanu Reeves was the stereo salesman in some crappy electronics store and he was selling me a stereo. I kind of knew it was Keanu but was trying to play it cool, like it wasn't strange that he was my stereo salesman a la Ron Johnson in Fast Times, and was just asking him about the speakers and stuff. Then Macauley Culkin comes along - he is also a stereo salesman at the same crappy electronics store - and starts talking to me like he's hot and in demand and invites me to a party. I kind of sneer at him and say no thanks, I just want a stereo, rolling my eyes at Keanu, who is surreptiously laughing at Mac.
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