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Fkt if I know how snacking on tiny edible guitars fits into that though Axisus
They were 10 inches because we men think of these things as our babies.
Or penis extensions. But I’m not getting that vibe here.
Then you cannibalized them. In anticipation of your new #1, you had turned the others into shit in your mind, which is what they’d be after eating them.
But then you also anticipated your own regrets about the loss of your own babies, thus tried to make your chewed baby part blend back in like it never happened. But our babies are never left unscathed when we treat them like this.
my pillow was gone!
I was on a big but very old boat fishing with my late brother using fishing rods and catching Walrus with them .We caught lots but when we got them in the boat they spoke to us in French !!!!They were friendly but angry about being caught and begged not to be killed so we agreed and put them back and each time we put another one back in the water the sea changed colour until it was completely bright green.
My brother said that was the best time to catch eels but he wasn't staying on the boat ;we were in the middle of nowhere but he said the sea was very shallow so he got off and the water only came up to his ankles .......and he caught loads of big eels.
About 6 months ago I had a terrible dream ;I dreamt I was in a mortuary looking at my own dead body and was my to watch my own autopsy .....I woke up crying !
seriously , it was an horrific dream
This dream is so realistic and has been happening for so long that I realised yesterday that my subconscious has filled it under "things I can actually do", if that makes any sense! We were talking about dreams in the office and as I was telling my colleagues about the levitation dream, part of my head interrupted my flow with "Hang on.... you mean we can't do that then ?!".
It was the weirdest moment! I'm in mid-flow and suddenly my brain starts arguing with itself, "don't be stupid! - of course you can't bloody levitate!".
Quite a surreal moment!
You are the cause of a lot of levity.
*this is according to my wife who reckons hardly anyone remembers their dreams. I’ll have to tell her it’s obviously a guitarist thing.
I consider this normal, sorry about you poor Betas through Epsilons
basically all it was about was me and my pet labrador being chased by two big angry moose with bloody huge antlers.
I couldnt get rid of the fucking things.
Very odd.
My dreams are hardly ever really weird or nightmarish, no monsters or giant animals or near-death experiences. They just tend to be distorted versions of everyday situations. The most common theme is being lost... I'll be in a building and take the wrong staircase, or turn down the wrong street and not be able to find my way... quite often there's a sense of deja vu, "oh no, it's that street I always get lost on".
More recently I've been fairly stressed at work, and now my dreams are often in some kind of office setting (sometimes combining the getting-lost elements). Various unlikely combinations of family members, friends and colleagues, deceased pets etc are usually there. But again, it generally feels pretty normal, not distressing.
The nearest thing I have to nightmares are dreams in which my legs feel extremely heavy... I'm trying to walk somewhere but I can barely lift my feet off the ground. Sometimes I have to resort to actually crawling along and I'm desperately thinking "oh god, I hope nobody notices". But I haven't had one of those dreams for a while.
No...?
Just me then.
I'm in a hot air balloon flying over some cornfields in my home county of Norfolk. It's a beautiful summer's day, late afternoon, and the sun is still fairly high in the sky. All of a sudden the balloon starts losing altitude and to my horror, it starts to come down in a housing estate. I'm heading for a small front garden where two children are playing, and in Wizard Of Oz style the basket lands on top of the children, killing them. Being the fine upstanding citizen I am and wishing to do the right thing, I leg it :-)
I'm walking down a country lane heading for Norwich, and the sun is getting low in the sky. All of a sudden it does that Evil Dead thing and gets very big, very orange and starts to set unusually quickly. Suddenly I can see the corn parting on one side of the road behind me and I know something bad is coming. I start to walk faster and then jog, but as I look at the horizon and outlines of buildings ahead of me they start to recede into the distance the faster I go. I stop and turn around again. Finally I can see what is parting the corn. It's the two dead children, their eyes are glowing red and they have mouths full of sharp, jagged teeth. Panic sets in and I start to run, but to no avail...
It's the most vivid dream I've ever had both in terms of the detail and my ability to recall it with such clarity. And it scared the shit out of me.