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Post by iancransonsknees on Mar 11, 2016 6:13:33 GMT
Woke up about 4.30 today.
Had just been stood outside the City General watching a load of knackered old cars flying out of the back of an artic' truck. Turned out this was a stunt to promote the new pizza place opening over the road. At this point I became quite irate and started throwing things at the owners of this new establishment but told them their business would be a success as Stoke is a city full of fat bastards. Then I woke up.
Tea last night was a co-op kashmiri butter chicken pizza and 35p garlic bread.
I can't find an answer for it on any of those dream meaning websites.
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Post by swampsnake on Mar 11, 2016 7:47:16 GMT
Woke up about 4.30 today. Had just been stood outside the City General watching a load of knackered old cars flying out of the back of an artic' truck. Turned out this was a stunt to promote the new pizza place opening over the road. At this point I became quite irate and started throwing things at the owners of this new establishment but told them their business would be a success as Stoke is a city full of fat bastards. Then I woke up. Tea last night was a co-op kashmiri butter chicken pizza and 35p garlic bread. I can't find an answer for it on any of those dream meaning websites. You're angry that the City General now has a healthy Fruit and veg store option outside the new gleaming entrance to attract the aforesaid fat bastards of the city and town. Now if it was a pizza store they'd all be late for their appointments. ....if you want to continue the dream a huge chunk of cheddar 5 minutes before sleep should do it. |
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Post by EnricoPalazzo on Mar 11, 2016 10:49:01 GMT
When smoking a relatively copious amount of a certain plant, I never had any dreams for years, then after stopping a few years ago I forgot how fucking insane they can be. Had some bizarre ones recently. Won't go into too much details but the Little Richard one was quite disturbing, and shagging the fat kardashian at a travelodge was just odd.
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Post by happycarrot on Mar 11, 2016 10:57:32 GMT
Having a soapy Nuru massage sandwich with Christopher 'Lukewarm' Biggins and Roland from Grange Hill was a scary one and shouting out ' But I just want to help you Ro-Land' at a decisive moment was quite freaky.
Oh wait that was my letter to Jim'll Fix it. Never did reply
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Post by RickyFullerBeer on Mar 11, 2016 12:46:03 GMT
Having a soapy Nuru massage sandwich with Christopher 'Lukewarm' Biggins and Roland from Grange Hill was a scary one and shouting out ' But I just want to help you Ro-Land' at a decisive moment was quite freaky. Oh wait that was my letter to Jim'll Fix it. Never did reply Thank God! I like Sexy dreams |
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Post by happycarrot on Mar 11, 2016 15:00:45 GMT
According to a survey from the University of Burton on Trent, the 3 people who appear in the most erotic dreams in a survey are Jan Leeming, Roland from Grange Hill and former Chelsea midfielder, John Bumstead.
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Post by Campervan Von Bigglesworth on Mar 11, 2016 19:15:06 GMT
my dreams are so mental, it would take me a month just to put down last nights collection
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Post by Orbs on Mar 11, 2016 21:02:12 GMT
On Thursday night I honestly dreamed that I was asleep. I mean WTF? who dreams about being asleep?
FML.
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Post by Orbs on Mar 11, 2016 21:02:41 GMT
my dreams are so mental, it would take me a month just to put down last nights collection Top 3? |
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Post by swampsnake on Mar 12, 2016 7:34:07 GMT
On Thursday night I honestly dreamed that I was asleep. I mean WTF? who dreams about being asleep? FML. Were you at work? |
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Post by RickyFullerBeer on Mar 12, 2016 14:36:03 GMT
I dreamt that we were 1-0 up at half time and went on to lose 2-6. Then I threw my phone in the street, stole some pic-n-mix from the shop and then went and caused a massive ruck with a villa mob at the top end of Chesterton.
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Post by Orbs on Mar 13, 2016 9:03:37 GMT
On Thursday night I honestly dreamed that I was asleep. I mean WTF? who dreams about being asleep? FML. Were you at work? Bed. |
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Post by iancransonsknees on Mar 13, 2016 11:13:23 GMT
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Post by Campervan Von Bigglesworth on Mar 16, 2016 14:08:08 GMT
Can't stay out of this any longer. Last nights typical offering was....
I was going on a first date with Gwyneth Paltrow, and I had cunningly arranged for her to be kidnapped by 4 blokes dressed as WW2 German Soldiers and taken to a quarry where I had arranged some opera singers and an orchestra to perform some music she really liked and I had laid out a catered picnic with all kinds of homemade breads and soup and stuff. She loved it. Then in an unusual twist, the quarry happened to have a door in it that connected to Jennifer Garners bedroom (which looked very much like an exes of mines younger sisters room). Ms Garner stuck her head through the door and asked if she could listen to the music, so she joined the picnic. Gwynnie and I then got on the Orient Express and had a nice journey to Connolly Station in Dublin and I kissed her and there was some mind hand holding and I was quizzing her on why she was going out with me when your "Chris Martin type" was more her thing, and she gave a little coy smile and avoided the question.....
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Post by EnricoPalazzo on Mar 16, 2016 15:40:19 GMT
Can't stay out of this any longer. Last nights typical offering was.... I was going on a first date with Gwyneth Paltrow, and I had cunningly arranged for her to be kidnapped by 4 blokes dressed as WW2 German Soldiers and taken to a quarry where I had arranged some opera singers and an orchestra to perform some music she really liked and I had laid out a catered picnic with all kinds of homemade breads and soup and stuff. She loved it. Then in an unusual twist, the quarry happened to have a door in it that connected to Jennifer Garners bedroom (which looked very much like an exes of mines younger sisters room). Ms Garner stuck her head through the door and asked if she could listen to the music, so she joined the picnic. Gwynnie and I then got on the Orient Express and had a nice journey to Connolly Station in Dublin and I kissed her and there was some mind hand holding and I was quizzing her on why she was going out with me when your "Chris Martin type" was more her thing, and she gave a little coy smile and avoided the question..... You're a complicated man. |
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Post by EnricoPalazzo on Mar 16, 2016 15:54:22 GMT
and no one understands you but your woman.
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Post by Campervan Von Bigglesworth on Mar 16, 2016 16:39:17 GMT
Thing is she isn't really my cup of tea, Jennifer Garner would have suited me more, but she only wanted opera and fucking soup.
Bitch.
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Post by iancransonsknees on Mar 25, 2016 5:53:51 GMT
Mariah Carey had a problem with the rear light clusters on the back of her car. I agreed to drive behind her and we established that she needed to replace the bulbs for the brake lights on either side. WTF is that about then?
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Post by swampsnake on Mar 25, 2016 7:15:52 GMT
Mariah Carey had a problem with the rear light clusters on the back of her car. I agreed to drive behind her and we established that she needed to replace the bulbs for the brake lights on either side. WTF is that about then? Probably something to do with maintenance or high maintenance. |
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Post by The Turtle on Mar 25, 2016 8:23:33 GMT
I had a dream last night I was playing chess against my brother, something I probably haven't done for 35 years. I was concentrating so hard on this one move I actually woke myself up.
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