I had awful dreams last night, the first woke me just before midnight. I went to visit a friend and for some reason decided to lie down on his sofa, I was in my normal clothes. Someone else was in the room but neither of them spoke to me. I had a chocolate in my hand and was asleep but could still hear. When I got up I was in my jim jams. I went to the hallway and could hear voices upstairs, I didn't recognise one of them. I ran to my car but it wasn't there, I kept running and eventually found it although it was parked on some ramp on only three wheels.
I then ended up in a house with my father, we were walking along a landing and the ceiling kept getting lower and lower. We turned back and my father clutched his chest. I was then asked to do something really awful (so awful I can't bring myself to type it here) I kept crying and saying "please don't make me do it, you are my father") then I woke up crying.
My next dream was later in the night and involved me and a MTB. A guy was trying to sell me some hubs but I refused them as they weren't red. There was some kind of race going on and we had to walk the track first. I can remember all of the buildings in great detail.
I am tired now.
Last night I cut the heads off about 30 goats whilst in some shitty middle eastern market place
Isn't the mind an odd thing.
Isn't the mind an odd thing.
Maybe it's telling you it's about time you got a job ;)
The funny thing was that by that stage we had both drunk lots in the pub at the final control so no one could go and pick her up. To deal with her angry rantings we all turned our phones off and carried on drinking ;D
My first PBP nightmare of the season: my bike got nicked at Mortagne, and no matter how much I ran round like a headless chicken looking for it, it was not to be found.
Since then I've had a second, which involved an insurmountable mechanical.
My first PBP nightmare of the season: my bike got nicked at Mortagne, and no matter how much I ran round like a headless chicken looking for it, it was not to be found.
Since then I've had a second, which involved an insurmountable mechanical.
Could you not have asked M. le Maire if you could borrow his?
Oh, and Charlotte had blond hair for some reason, but it was definitely her.
Cudzo... You need some help... ;)I will do if Julian comes home with a bleeding finger following some stapler-related accident...
On Friday night, while camping in Tiermat's garden, I dreamed quite clearly about Charlotte's performing cows. They were very talented. One could even stand on its head. It tried to do it with no hooves, but the horns made it difficult to balance.I want to know what grows in Tiermat's garden...
I don't often remember my dreams and certainly not in narrative detail - but did wake up recently having just watched a hedgehog disappear into a hole in the ground, where it exploded. ???
Landmines.
As far as I know I have no connection with Hendon. Whatever could it mean?
What is peculiar is that I am always assisted by a group of people wholly unsuited to the task in hand.
I keep on dreaming that I'm pregnant which is really worrying because i'm married to my cat
I had another dream interact with reality yesterday morning.
I was dreaming I was punching someone in the face (something I have never done in real life). In fact I had punched my bedside table lamp and had knocked it off.
;D Or John Prescott. I bet he has similar dreams.
;D Or John Prescott. I bet he has similar dreams.
;D Or John Prescott. I bet he has similar dreams.
He looks battered enough for someone else to have had such dreams.
Last night bobb and I got engaged (in my dream, not real life, calm down, no hats required). He knew I wanted a demantoid garnet in my ring but he'd got an emerald, but it was still a lovely ring so I didn't mind much. My family were going to stay with his so they could meet each other and my mum decided to give my hair a trim and made a complete hash of it so I looked like a total wally. Then he decided we were going to see a seashell cave (in Chelmsford?) so he was looking out bikes for all of us.Why on earth would you want a demented sea bird in your ring?
Don't knock it til you've tried it.
Why on earth would you want a demented sea bird in your ring?
Last night's dream was partly set in a cemetery with some very unusual sculptural headstones. One was an archway - very artisitic, but the one behind it echoed the shape with the lintel as a wine bottle and the support the flow of wine pouring out.I think it means that you're going to die from a surfeit of claret, rather than the auto-erotic asphyxiation for which you'd always hoped.
Very odd, and very vivid.
Another failing to prepare for an exam dream. I should be over those by now.
I had a cold war running from missiles dream last night. No idea where that came from.
It all made perfect sense at the time! ;D
gave me a big slice of cake.
It all made perfect sense at the time! ;D
I was about to attempt a factory reset by removing the AA backup batteries (which were 7dayshop NiMHs) for a few minutes and rebooting, when I woke up and saw, well, not sense exactly, but something similar.
This is what dementia's going to be like, isn't it?
High capacity 2700mAh or low self-discharge Good To GoTM?
If dementia is going to be like co-codamol dreams then I’m going to have to get someone to shoot me. I don’t take the stuff any more as it takes me ages to get over the extremely messed-up dreams it gives me. Sometimes I don’t even really remember the dreams themselves but just wake up feeling really, really disturbed and it takes a long time to shake off.
My mum once gave me Night Nurse when I was small and had a bad cold, and I woke up the house running round screeching that a giant carrot was chasing me, but that’s tame by recent standards.
If dementia is going to be like co-codamol dreams then I’m going to have to get someone to shoot me. I don’t take the stuff any more as it takes me ages to get over the extremely messed-up dreams it gives me. Sometimes I don’t even really remember the dreams themselves but just wake up feeling really, really disturbed and it takes a long time to shake off.
I took co-codamol for three days solid recently, for back pain. I was looking forward to some vivid nightmares but I got nothing. Zilch. If anything, I experienced more insomnia - awake until past 2, wide awake at 6:30. Rubbish drugs.
I took co-codamol for three days solid recently, for back pain. I was looking forward to some vivid nightmares but I got nothing. Zilch. If anything, I experienced more insomnia - awake until past 2, wide awake at 6:30. Rubbish drugs.
I get that too, if I don't titrate the dose of codeine to the level of pain accurately enough. A little bit helps you sleep (mostly as it wears off the next morning, unfortunately), a little more makes you mildly giggly and have strange dreams, too much and you just lie there stoned for hours with a skewed sense of time.
Last night I dreamed I was taking my manual handling reaccreditation exam, but the room we were taking it in was much more like school, and I realised I was naked behind the desk.
Good grief. Last night I dreamt I was forumming here and then went back to correct a post because I'd made an apostrophe error.
Good grief. Last night I dreamt I was forumming here and then went back to correct a post because I'd made an apostropheerrorcrime.
Last night I dreamt I was riding PBP (or maybe LEL, events and details were rather fluid), I think I was about 700k in.
I remember I was drafting SimonP and Feline on their tandem and tried to apologise as we pulled into a control for not taking a turn on the front but I was struggling and they were very nice about it. :thumbsup:
Not that I've actually met them IRL mind.
The inevitable happened and last night I "starred" in a zombie film. They were more like psychological zombies - no blood and gore (it's only a matter of time though). The only thing I can remember now is that I led a band of survivors on a train journey through an abandoned metropolis, although it seemingly went on for hours.
I dreamt I had a tiny little monkey on my back biting me where I couldn't reach it to get it off. In the end I got in a lake and started swimming around until it drowned and let go ???
I dreamt I had a tiny little monkey on my back biting me where I couldn't reach it to get it off. In the end I got in a lake and started swimming around until it drowned and let go ???
Is Simon riding on the back of the Tandem nowadays? (Just trying to interpret the dream)
How do you milk a scorpion?
Last night I was walking somewhere quite late at night and as I walked past the end of a street I noticed a man standing under a railway bridge, having a wank. He saw me and chased me and I knew he wanted to hurt me, so I ran round to a house in a nearby street where Take That all lived together in one big happy house (a bit like The Monkees). They were my friends so I knew they'd let me in, but as I turned into the street I could see Mark and Howard standing on the step and they ignored me shouting at them and went inside and shut the door. I banged on the door and rang the doorbell until they came and let me in.Well that bit's realistic at least.
Then I was posting on this forum to say that John Noakes had died, and the first three pages of the thread were an argument about how to spell Noakes. And while I was posting, I accidentally clicked on Andy Gates's username and found myself logging into his account and his password was something like HHUURRRHHHH RRRAAWWWWRRRRR HUUUNNNHHHHH with the Hs in a funny font.
I got a tattoo on my shin..snip.
Last night I was pregnant, and I had a baby, and after I had the baby my tummy was all squidgy.
I woke up with no baby but my tummy was squidgy.
Manchester Piccadilly station. Local TV news had just finished interviewing a cyclist with a Strida stranded by their new "only if it says 'Brompton'" cycle policy (this thread (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=64583.0) refers). Mugged a passing golfist, and in an A-Team style welding montage, we modified the bike to look like a stick bag when folded, thus allowing it to pass the goons on the ticket barrier undetected. TV crew were delighted and wanted to film it. Didn't spot the obvious flaw in that strategy. Observed that it was a pretty poor state of affairs when rail companies were justifying the sort of bicycular rubbish that 'designers' usually come up with. Woke up.
No you don't. It's full of penguins and things that don't quite make sense.
The Doctor is a terminator. And so am I.
I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Then followed one of those annoying dream segments I get a lot where not matter how hard I pull on the handbrake the vehicle I'm driving/parking just won't stay still. At least the fence I knocked down wasn't real.
Then followed one of those annoying dream segments I get a lot where not matter how hard I pull on the handbrake the vehicle I'm driving/parking just won't stay still. At least the fence I knocked down wasn't real.
Every Cinquecento driver gets them.
Funnily enough, I once had a similar dream - and I don't even drive.
Then followed one of those annoying dream segments I get a lot where not matter how hard I pull on the handbrake the vehicle I'm driving/parking just won't stay still. At least the fence I knocked down wasn't real.
Ah, I have been waiting for an appropriate place to post this. A couple of weeks ago I awoke with a start at around 0300, thinking: Hendon! Just that.
As far as I know I have no connection with Hendon. Whatever could it mean?
Ah, I have been waiting for an appropriate place to post this. A couple of weeks ago I awoke with a start at around 0300, thinking: Hendon! Just that.
As far as I know I have no connection with Hendon. Whatever could it mean?
Dunno. I have many connections with Hendon; parents, two brothers and seven offsprung live there.
There's Johnson's of Hendon (litmus paper in the 60s)
Hendon Aerodrome (now Grahame Park Estate) and the RAF Museum, Hendon
Metropolitan Police College, Hendon (closed)
The greyhound track was demolished before Brent Cross flyover was built.
Then there's a Hendon somewhere oop North.
David says he dreamt his iPad caught on fire after he cooked an egg on it...But was the Hendon?
We need to know what sort of cheese you people are eating before you go to sleep!
then the road went underground and things got very unpleasant. There was a huge rat, as big as a beagle, and the sky was darkening and full of smoke and noxious fumes and we thought it might be the way to hell. We kept going though and it took us into a nightclub which was packed, even though it was daytime, and we went out the other side and exited into Paddington station.
Last night I was a house guest of Neil Armstrong and we spent hours reminiscing about his time as a test pilot and astronaut, looking at his scrap books, phot collections, memorabilia and books etc.
Then me and Princess Anne were hanging out and became good friends.
I was interviewing "Brenda" for a job as a receptionist?
and it had killed Delthebike.It's just a flesh wound! :thumbsup:
It produced an infinitely zombiable map of Runcorn.
Mis-read that as:It produced an infinitely zombiable map of Runcorn.
Sorry, fuzzy, she's already taken another job in the local Harvester.Then me and Princess Anne were hanging out and became good friends.
That's useful as I can't remember if I told her Mum she had got the job-I was interviewing "Brenda" for a job as a receptionist?
Can you ask for me?
I love it when I can relate a bizarre dream bit to something that happened earlier in the day.Excellent. Can you explain how come last night I dreamt I was out for dinner with Deano and Crinkles and took a huge strop because there was nothing on the menu- as in, the words on the menu (which was a paper plate) had been worn off by the greasy bolognese sauce it had been holding. Deanos hair was even more like Dennis (the Menace)'s in the dream than it currently is IRL. Kat was wearing a purple kaftan that, well, did nothing for her, tbh.
Were the opposition from Didcot?
After a pretty sleep-deprived weekend (sleeping in the car doesn't count) with a little exertion thrown in, I should have slept like a log last night. Instead I fell into a complicated world where cows and sheep talked and had complicated medical issues that only I could resolve. There were also men in top hats and frock costs (in a kind of Abraham Lincoln style-eee) who distributed the arm length gloves.
Now I'm really tired.
I had a strange dream where I had a strange dream......
That could get terrifyingly recursive.
After a pretty sleep-deprived weekend (sleeping in the car doesn't count) with a little exertion thrown in, I should have slept like a log last night. Instead I fell into a complicated world where cows and sheep talked and had complicated medical issues that only I could resolve. There were also men in top hats and frock costs (in a kind of Abraham Lincoln style-eee) who distributed the arm length gloves.
Now I'm really tired.
Oh goodness. This has reminded me of last night's dream.
The main protagonists were Charlotte and Julian, but other yacfers featured as extras.
Charlotte had posted something in Health and Fitness seeking advice on behalf of Julian, who was suffering a minor ailment. I forget what the minor ailment was.
But this post was considered by The Forum Police (a force outside yacf) to contravene Forum Rools as it was too descriptive. The Forum Police demanded that the topic be no longer discussed!
So instead of continuing the thread through the medium of the written word, Charlotte posted a video of herself and Julian renacting the original post (the description of the ailment) in the form of a silent movie. And, in a wibbly-wobbly, dreamy-weamy type way, other forum members (Basil was prominent, as were Crinkly and Jurek) started floating in and out of the background of the movie offering advice through dance and mime.
If I remember correctly, all ailments were successfully sorted.
[Please note: no cheese was harmed in the making of the above dream.]
Oh goodness. This has reminded me of last night's dream.
[...]
So instead of continuing the thread through the medium of the written word, Charlotte posted a video of herself and Julian renacting the original post (the description of the ailment) in the form of a silent movie. And, in a wibbly-wobbly, dreamy-weamy type way, other forum members (Basil was prominent, as were Crinkly and Jurek) started floating in and out of the background of the movie offering advice through dance and mime.
That needs to be on YouTube.
Last week I in my holiday cottage I dreamed Deano had fallen asleep on the sofa. He had improbably skinny long legs, which were draped all over the place and I kept falling over them. Seriously, they were so long they were in all three rooms downstairs, wibbly wobblied all over the furniture and along the walls and everything. It was really weird.
Oh goodness. This has reminded me of last night's dream.
The main protagonists were Charlotte and Julian, but other yacfers featured as extras.
Charlotte had posted something in Health and Fitness seeking advice on behalf of Julian, who was suffering a minor ailment. I forget what the minor ailment was.
But this post was considered by The Forum Police (a force outside yacf) to contravene Forum Rools as it was too descriptive. The Forum Police demanded that the topic be no longer discussed!
So instead of continuing the thread through the medium of the written word, Charlotte posted a video of herself and Julian renacting the original post (the description of the ailment) in the form of a silent movie. And, in a wibbly-wobbly, dreamy-weamy type way, other forum members (Basil was prominent, as were Crinkly and Jurek) started floating in and out of the background of the movie offering advice through dance and mime.
If I remember correctly, all ailments were successfully sorted.
[Please note: no cheese was harmed in the making of the above dream.]
Who else gets that thing where you're in that semi-conscious dream-like state that precedes full-on sleep, but are suddenly jerked back to full awakeness (complete with adrenaline surge) by the uncanny feeling of your imaginary front wheel losing traction?
I've had the falling-over-while-skiing equivalent in the past, too.
So I took the Northern Line to Switzerland, where I met Woolly & Peli, and we took Tilley for a walk.Did you meet them in a Cottage? I suppose that would mean a Jubilee.
Steep hills.
This is the worst dream I have ever had, worse than when I dreamed I died, worse than when I dreamed bobb dumped me. Last night I dreamedI feel soiled.(click to show/hide)
Last night, I was hillwalking with the Little Duck, but he wasn't little, being roughly the current size (if not quite the hairiness) of TGL.
[1] At the time it was standard practice that students in halls were fined from their deposit for all sorts of frivolous reasons, usually involving physical proximity when damage was discovered. Nobody protested particularly hard, on account of the risk of being evicted to Shite Bunker.HB? That always seemed to have buildings at least that were in better condition than the other halls. Bit of a soulless mazy maze, granted.
[1] At the time it was standard practice that students in halls were fined from their deposit for all sorts of frivolous reasons, usually involving physical proximity when damage was discovered. Nobody protested particularly hard, on account of the risk of being evicted to Shite Bunker.HB? That always seemed to have buildings at least that were in better condition than the other halls. Bit of a soulless mazy maze, granted.
I think Durdham Hall hadn't yet been built when I was there, but there was self-catering just up from HB in a set of blocks called, IIRC, University Close. I can't actually remember the name of the place I was in - it was the yellowish concrete building blocks on the left of HB as you look down the hill - but I do remember I was in Unit 6 of said hall. :facepalm: Four floors, boys at the bottom, girls at the top - it was suggested this was because boys couldn't be trusted with such heights not to throw things/each other out of the windows. Anyway, the top floor had no showers (but did have baths) because water pressure, so the girls used to come down into our floor for a shower...[1] At the time it was standard practice that students in halls were fined from their deposit for all sorts of frivolous reasons, usually involving physical proximity when damage was discovered. Nobody protested particularly hard, on account of the risk of being evicted to Shite Bunker.HB? That always seemed to have buildings at least that were in better condition than the other halls. Bit of a soulless mazy maze, granted.
That's the one. My main experience of the Bunker was via a group of Aero Engineers who, being male, had the misfortune to end up on the rugball bloke corridor. Notable features were the persistent smell of cannabis; holes in the wall (some patched with newspaper and tippex in an attempt to retain deposit by previous occupants); a leaky roof; circuit breakers that would trip and remain un-resettable until someone with the relevant keys and authority came on duty on Monday mornings; 2am shopping trolley racing and Hi-Fi competitions; flooding; a bombsite of a kitchen and a biohazardous shared bathroom. Tentacle soup and Pot Noodle were regularly served at mealtimes. I was particularly impressed by what appeared to be the charred remains of a smoke detector on the ceiling outside one of my friend's rooms.
Form what I saw of the other blocks, theirs was in particularly poor condition, though the leaky roof and inadequate cooking facilities were universal.
I was in the relatively newly built Durdam Hall (with good kitchens and en-suite bathrooms), slightly up the hill. The Aeros would regularly visit to borrow our cooking and telly-watching facilities in exchange for CAKE. The irony was that due to being self-catered, I paid less rent, and got to use the room (admittedly for storing a lot of Bunkerites' stuff) during holidays.
I think Durdham Hall hadn't yet been built when I was there, but there was self-catering just up from HB in a set of blocks called, IIRC, University Close. I can't actually remember the name of the place I was in - it was the yellowish concrete building blocks on the left of HB as you look down the hill - but I do remember I was in Unit 6 of said hall. :facepalm:
Four floors, boys at the bottom, girls at the top - it was suggested this was because boys couldn't be trusted with such heights not to throw things/each other out of the windows. Anyway, the top floor had no showers (but did have baths) because water pressure, so the girls used to come down into our floor for a shower...
I really don't get this whole "rapists are allergic to streetlights" thing. I suspect a whole generation of NUS women's officers read too many Anne Rice novels or something. Not that streetlighting isn't a good thing, just that there are other women's issues too (though you wouldn't know it from the campaigning material when I was at Kent).It was (apparently) (as you already said) more men than women who were raped crossing the Downs. I don't know that the streetlights were put in specifically as an anti-rape or crime-reduction measure. It was sometimes quite spooky walking over there in the pitch dark. OTOH the lighting makes it even more like just a park, rather than the common grazing land it technically is.
Did I mention the one in which I discovered that George Lucas had released another - even more butchered - special edition of A New Hope? I managed to forget many of the salient plot points after waking up, but I do remember it being set on Earth (possibly North Africa in the mid 19th century?) with Darth Vader as a good guy and steampunk slapstick camp robot shenanigans. Indiana Jones may also have featured, though I suspect that was just wishful thinking...
Did I mention the one in which I discovered that George Lucas had released another - even more butchered - special edition of A New Hope? I managed to forget many of the salient plot points after waking up, but I do remember it being set on Earth (possibly North Africa in the mid 19th century?) with Darth Vader as a good guy and steampunk slapstick camp robot shenanigans. Indiana Jones may also have featured, though I suspect that was just wishful thinking...
Bloody hell Kim. I'm not sure which of us is having the worst nightmares!
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Galaxy Quest? (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0177789/)
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Arrrrgh! NO! nononono, there is so so much wrong with that film, I don't know where to start*
*OK, having Rick Moranis in it is a good place to start, then the really really bad puns on character names. Come on, "Dark Helmet" "Yoghurt" etc etc...
As if the original Star Wars character names are not themselves really bad puns!Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Arrrrgh! NO! nononono, there is so so much wrong with that film, I don't know where to start*
*OK, having Rick Moranis in it is a good place to start, then the really really bad puns on character names. Come on, "Dark Helmet" "Yoghurt" etc etc...
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Arrrrgh! NO! nononono, there is so so much wrong with that film, I don't know where to start*
*OK, having Rick Moranis in it is a good place to start, then the really really bad puns on character names. Come on, "Dark Helmet" "Yoghurt" etc etc...
It's Mel Brooks doing what Mel Brooks does best. I have plenty of issues with Blazing Saddles, too, but it's a certain type of humour flawlessly executed.
And let's be realistic here: Spaceballs is a far better film than The Phantom Menace. :hand:
Spaceballs: The Movie is all the Star Wars satire we need.
Galaxy Quest? (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0177789/)
Is a Star Trek satire. If you can't tell the difference between Star Trek and Star Wars, then you're fully qualified to write geek characters for mainstream comedy, I suppose.
Peli fell asleep next to me while I was reading. I let slip a bit of wind, no thunder clap just a little rumble. Peli sat up and went "where is the train?" Now, what she was dreaming about, I never figured out because as soon I assured her that there was no train, she was fast counting sheep. Until I farted again and she was train spotting again :-)
Last week sometime:
I met a bloke who said he was Mr. Larrington. For a while I believed him, but worked out it was not he, as this one was only 5'6", whilst the real Mr. Larrington is a tall person. However I carried on a conversation with him, congratulating him on his return to posting regularly. We were working in the same office, and I couldn't get my radio to work, so I couldn't get Radio 4. He, fortunately, had a bog old television, so we jibbled with that.
And the worst bit? I was marrying Alec Salmond.Should have said no! ;D
Most people would have shot the leopard with a magic dream gun.
Most people would have shot the leopard with a magic dream gun.In my dreamscapes, it would have been more likely for me to have fed the leopard on people. Or taught it to ride a bicycle.
Most people would have shot the leopard with a magic dream gun.
Or just filed it with the planning applications...
She looked at me blankly for about 10 seconds and then started rolling about.My cat does that a lot.
I had a dream the other night that featured baby vomit.
This was notable because it's the first time I've ever remembered a dream involving a smell.
I had a dream the other night that featured baby vomit.
This was notable because it's the first time I've ever remembered a dream involving a smell.
Was any cheese involved earlier that evening? If so, what sort? (so it can be avoided)
Sealskinz, at this time of year?! It's still sandal weather, even on night rides!
b) Wales.
Woolly - Whatever your drinking I'll have a bottle!If I remember I'll bring one of my
I dreamt that I had to register with the council before I was allowed to use pelican crossings.Shh! That'll be UKIP policy next week if we're not careful.
I have so many very vivid dreams that it would be tedious to report them every day. I spare you that.
But I thought you might like to know I beat up Richard Branson for his part in carving up the NHS.
Three or four times now I've dreamt I've been hosting Steve on his world record attempt and have been making mistakes that cock things right up for him.
Oh the relief when I wake up and realise it's not true.
A weirdly disturbed/disturbing dream last night. I was in a queue to cook a meal. There was a wall of microwave ovens, when I got to the front of the queue I got one at the right-hand end in a middle row. You tipped some random veg into the microwave, which then somehow filled with water and there was a lizard in the water – large and green, apparently happily breathing underwater. Perhaps it was a newt. You knew your meal was ready when the lizard's eyeballs bulged then exploded.
Last night I was sitting with my father and we were looking at the state of the outside wall of the house in the cupboard under the stairs.The soul of M.C. Escher has been cast out of purgatory into the inferno of your skull.
Amongst other, less sensible things, a cameo appearance by Dez and Wowbagger, who had converted their car to be fuelled by loose gravel.
Amongst other, less sensible things, a cameo appearance by Dez and Wowbagger, who had converted their car to be fuelled by loose gravel.
Did it sweep up the gravel from the road as it moved along? If so, that would be AWESOME. :thumbsup:
Amongst other, less sensible things, a cameo appearance by Dez and Wowbagger, who had converted their car to be fuelled by loose gravel.
Used to have a recurring dream of being a mouse in a field with a combined harvester approaching. Always woke up at The Moment.
I'm don't remember ever having seen NIMH, but that is definitely good advice. I haven't had the dream for about 25 years but I'll try to remember for next time! Thanks muchly!What is NIMH? Presumably something I've never seen either, but...
I'm don't remember ever having seen NIMH, but that is definitely good advice. I haven't had the dream for about 25 years but I'll try to remember for next time! Thanks muchly!What is NIMH? Presumably something I've never seen either, but...
I noticed propped up outside a cafe Butterfly's Galaxy and Clarion's Dursley Pederson.This is the kind of thing it would be most fitting to see in reality if you were in Wotton.
If the white fluffy cat ends up sitting on the lap of the Chancellor of Vice (optionally in his hollowed-out volcano) it's time to start looking for another job.
The practice of dream yoga allows access to 'lucid dreams' in which we are aware we are dreaming – and are thus able to perform 'miracles'. The practice of clear light allows us to retain awareness through the process of falling asleep without dreams. This liberates us from addiction to familiar form and allows us to experience pure awareness without sensory or conceptual content. The practice of illusory wakefulness connects powerfully with dream yoga through sitting meditation in waking consciousness, thus revealing the 'one taste' or essential sameness of experience in both waking and sleeping. Together, these practices free us from conceptual limitations of time and space, and allow us to experience the simultaneous continuity and discontinuity of experience.http://issuu.com/coexistcic/docs/hh_nov_programme_2015-online
For the avoidance of doubt, I do not watch "Eastenders".
For the avoidance of doubt, I do not watch "Eastenders".
Perhaps a more pertinent question is do you write it?
I dreamt that I met Terry Wogan, and thought "This is good, I'll be able to post about it on the tenuous claims to fame" thread.The coffee man? (http://www.wogancoffee.co.uk)
All in all it seems like a very civilised way of having children.
I was scanning bananas with a bar code scanner. There were two scanners and if I used the wrong one it read the bananas themselves rather than the bar code (which couldn't be seen).
That raises some really disturbing possibilities. Because it was definitely a dream, but what if my dream was itself one of nikki's projects? Not only does that make nikki probably the world's most unlikely evil genius white-cat-stroking mastermind (and last time I saw her, she did say she was cat-sitting... ), it is weird enough to be a plot in Phineas and Ferb.I was scanning bananas with a bar code scanner. There were two scanners and if I used the wrong one it read the bananas themselves rather than the bar code (which couldn't be seen).
Are you sure that was a dream, and not one of nikki's projects?
23 pages of dreams and pretty much an absence of weird sexual stuff. Missed the incest, sodomy, fetishism, repressed homosexual yearnings etc and animal sex that is fairly normal dream topics. Must be something to do with cycling, or editing.
I can't believe YACF dreams are actually as dull and vanilla as this thread suggests. But I wouldn't post my actual dreams here either.
23 pages of dreams and pretty much an absence of weird sexual stuff. Missed the incest, sodomy, fetishism, repressed homosexual yearnings etc and animal sex that is fairly normal dream topics. Must be something to do with cycling, or editing.
I can't believe YACF dreams are actually as dull and vanilla as this thread suggests. But I wouldn't post my actual dreams here either.
There was one last night involving a former flatmate named Juliet but I woke up just as it was starting to get interesting chiz.
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Enjoying a nice hot bath is difficult when you find a full-size Aberdeen Angus standing athwart the tub, balanced delicately on the sides thereof. What either of us was doing in Lapland is still a mystery.
Enjoying a nice hot bath is difficult when you find a full-size Aberdeen Angus standing athwart the tub, balanced delicately on the sides thereof. What either of us was doing in Lapland is still a mystery.
Which did you eat last night, Leipäjuusto or Lappi cheese?
My mum and I went up to Gracemount to attend an event that Barack and Michelle Obama were at. For some reason I took my cat with me, but didn't take a carrier for him. The Obamas were dancing on a stage and Pete wouldn't sit nicely with me and kept walking across the stage, but they didn't mind. Then I realised I had a hairdresser appointment and I should take Pete home first. My mum said she'd meet us outside and give us a lift, but we waited and she didn't turn up. Pete somehow turned himself into three identical cats, and I was finding it really difficult to keep all three of him together. I phoned a friend who said she'd come and pick us up and we arranged a rendezvous point. I managed to herd the cats, but then couldn't find my friend because I didn't recognise her because, as it turned out, she was wearing a false nose in the shape of a beak.
LOTD!My mum and I went up to Gracemount to attend an event that Barack and Michelle Obama were at. For some reason I took my cat with me, but didn't take a carrier for him. The Obamas were dancing on a stage and Pete wouldn't sit nicely with me and kept walking across the stage, but they didn't mind. Then I realised I had a hairdresser appointment and I should take Pete home first. My mum said she'd meet us outside and give us a lift, but we waited and she didn't turn up. Pete somehow turned himself into three identical cats, and I was finding it really difficult to keep all three of him together. I phoned a friend who said she'd come and pick us up and we arranged a rendezvous point. I managed to herd the cats, but then couldn't find my friend because I didn't recognise her because, as it turned out, she was wearing a false nose in the shape of a beak.
Sounds like your standard YACF forum ride to me.
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I had sex with the dog last night. I hope it was dream. He's been looking at me funny today I think.It was a dream, I know because my sister was watching and I don't have a sister. Phew!
Sketching it in mspaint.exe would be canonical (http://jimllpaintit.tumblr.com/). Use a grubby ball-mouse for authenticity.I'm not sure "sketching" does that site justice. Amazing.
Waking up in our tent on Sunday, Cudzo Jnr said he had dreamed "about politics and electromagnetism".
I was running away with Jessica Rabbit in last night dream by Peli. Funny thing is that she had no clue who Jessica is and had to look it up when we woke up.
I was running away with Jessica Rabbit in last night dream by Peli. Funny thing is that she had no clue who Jessica is and had to look it up when we woke up.
I spent a while getting my Brompton up to scratch and admiring it. Then someone came along and said they'd like to buy it. I said £875 and they jumped at it. I wished I'd asked for more.
I don't have a Brompton.
Are you sure you've woken up?
Odd one last night.
Went outside (it was night time) and there were loads of people outside. It was quite bright and people were talking about this. It was a full moon, except when I looked at the moon it was actually just like the earth, with clear blue sea and land masses. Then someone said it was getting closer, and sure enough it was. I was thinking about how not having a moon would affect the weather and tides, when it became clear it was going to hit earth. It passed below the horizon, very close, and then we watched it on big screens, fed from satellites, as it smashed into the Southern Hemisphere. A period of calm before all hell broke loose and waves smashed all the buildings then I woke up.
And the motto of that is always go for a pee before bedtime
I got on the no.11a bus in Birmingham and it went via Dunwich.
In last nights dream I got a new laptop for work and the person who did the job before me, had put all the files I needed on USB stick. As there wasn't any order in the files, I copied them to the laptop to sort. Where they ended up in a hot mess of icons on the desktop. Every time I restarted, went for tea, talked to a co-worker etc and came back to the laptop it was back to the same hot mess. Even if I deleted the files/icons.
This when on for a fair bit of time on repeat.
I drove Queen Elizabeth II yesterday and spilt her pint while driving her to a local kiosk to buy flying saucers. On the plus side we left Boris Johnson at the side of the road.I hope that was at HM's instructions?
I drove Queen Elizabeth II yesterday and spilt her pint while driving her to a local kiosk to buy flying saucers. On the plus side we left Boris Johnson at the side of the road.Thank you. I needed that :)
I was in charge of the sleeping pool at some unspecified LEL control. For some reason that probably made sense to the organisers all the sleeping facilities were underwater,There answer's in the
That's easy ,nothing costs just a penny these days :D
Walking around streets near my former office sans clothing... ???I passed your story on to two cycleanalists. The first said "You are experiencing a sense of freedom, released from the duties of work. This is symbolised by being released from the bonds of clothing. At the same time, you are missing the company of your former wokmarts. You return to the location of your former orifice but now, no longer a mere drudge like them, you are proud to display your toned cyclist's body, knowing that they will be overawed by your muscly thighs, taut tendons and firm, manly jaw. They will beg you to return and become the new CEO, but you simply pedal into the sunset."
That's easy ,nothing costs just a penny these days :D
T’other day in the car park, I picked up a 20p I saw lying there and handed it to mrs A cos she still likes to use money. It struck me that if it had been a lower value coin I’d have just left it there.
Anyway I just had a dream that it was a very windy day. Very windy. Over the fields, far away there was a giant oak tree, it had great thick, black branches with no leaves at all. As the wind blew, the branches started to move more an more, until they were flailing madly. At last, two huge branches broke off and went flying in the wind. Soon after the whole tree just fell apart and was blown away.
I'd been tidying up round the house, it felt completely real. Then went to wash my hands at the sink. I could see the water flowing,but could not hear it running down the drain or feel it. I then thought 'you're dreaming, the last ten minutes has not been real'. Hmm, what shall I do now as I seem to have some control? I went and chatted with Mum, and we hugged (she died 15 years ago). I went further back in time to the front room of our family home where my younger sister was with a school friend 'Oh you're back she said' I kept trying to tell them I wasn't really there, but don't know if I succeeded because I opened my eyes at that point.This sounds rather good. Although in Ye Olden Dayes, we would have probably called it Seeing Ghosts, and maybe even burnt you for Witchcraft. But then you wouldn't have told us.
No stilton was consumed in the production of this dream, but I had forgotten to take my tablets the previous evening (epilepsy, blood pressure painkillers for hip. Oh and a non-prescription vitamin D supplement but I don't think that would have tipped the balance)
Delete the walrus and clone a new one. It's the only way to be sure.This was the origin
On Thursday night we went to Roundabout World, a huge indoor theme park devoted to roundabouts. They had moveable kerbs and signage so you could make your own designs and drive around them.
I think it was just off the A14 somewhere.