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Coffee House => Coffee House Boards => CH / General => Topic started by: Andy on February 26, 2005, 08:49:01 PM
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Hells fire last night I had the most weirdest dream. :lol:
I actually dreamed that I was pregnant.
Well it was a good wind up with my mother. As I came downstairs in the morning and calmly told her she was going to be a nanna. :lol: :lol: :lol:
Once I had explained she couldn't stop :lol: :lol:
So after my dear old mam stopped :lol: :lol: :lol: she got out her book The Dreamers Dictionary and this is what it had to say.
Pregnancy. For a woman, this dream forecasts a happy increase in material wealth, but for a man, it is a warning against indiscriminate sex realtions.
:lol: :lol: :lol:
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Feck, I think you need to lay off the midnight cheese :-D
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Cheese mate I actually packed a lot of it into my omolette for supper. :-D :-D :-D
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See? And you thought it was an old wives tale ;-)
Remember kids: Cheese Ruins Lives (http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/cheese.htm)
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@karolos :lol:
Cool 50th post :-D
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Karolos?
/me checks nether regions to be sure...
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Karlos wrote:
Feck, I think you need to lay off the midnight cheese :-D
Incidentally, post-vegan I seem to be having more nightmares.
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that_punk_guy wrote:
Karlos wrote:
Feck, I think you need to lay off the midnight cheese :-D
Incidentally, post-vegan I seem to be having more nightmares.
Hmm, maybe a little bit of cheese before bedtime then?
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Speaking of weird dreams, I had one last week, whilst in Prague, which I've entitled, "Last Orders in Purgatory" and an abridged version of what I remember follows.
Basically, the scene was a boozer, quite a nice, 'local' looking boozer.
I was dead and I knew I was dead and that the boozer was called 'Purgatory'.
I went up to the bar and asked the barman if, since I was dead, I'd be able to have a drink.
He told me I could but that the alcohol would have no effect since, as he put it, "Yer deid mate. Ye kin drink aw night an' it'll huv hee-haw effect."
Heartened by this, I ordered a pint and a large malt whisky. :-D
Bartender then imparted that the boozer wasn't just called 'Purgatory', but was actually the place some people went after they died.
I then set about trying to figure out what I had to do to get from this super-natural-bevvy-shop to the promised land, so to speak.
Naturally the barman was the fellow to consult about this.
To my dismay, he explained that there was nothing else outside the pub, just 'the void'.
Then he rang for time and I was terriffied. I stepped out the heavy, oak doors and promptly woke up.
Very odd but highly entertaining.
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that_punk_guy wrote:
Karlos wrote:
Feck, I think you need to lay off the midnight cheese :-D
Incidentally, post-vegan I seem to be having more nightmares.
That's your body's way of thanking you :-D
-Edit- Reminds me of "Better Than Life"
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Why is it that everyone else seems to have those visionary dreams that are full of meaning?
All mine seem to revolve around is cheap and tawdry sexual encounters with women who's names I don't know or being chased around places by some nutter with a machine gun.
:insane:
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@PMC:
Oh, I have those dreams too. I recently had one where I (of all people) was a coalition soldier in Iraq.
The Iranians invaded. Cue lots of tense running from gun toting Iranians, explosions etc.
Most nights I don't remember my dreams at all.