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Originally posted by Paint CHiPs:
DINGLE AND THE BOY SCOUTS

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Originally posted by Inky:
hmm? did I miss something?

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I spared you the mushy details.

There was no sex before you ask.

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Originally posted by Paint CHiPs:
Okay I tell this with much hesitation.

MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH DEAD INSIDE

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I have odd dreams that you people figure in sometimes. I rarely remember my dreams and when I do I don't remember many details.
I do remember playing golf with fiend and paint. The beer cart was empty after it passed our way.

Then another time, we were bulding a house. Who is we? I think most of the rgulars were there. I don't really recall seeing faces so much as just figures who I "knew" who they were. Paint likes power tools. Then some weird asian splnter group from the Jehovahs witnesses came by and fed us. I don't remember anything else.

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Last night I dreamed that there was a big explosion at a factory and the factory guys came to school to talk to us about the accident and kept talking more about what the company did instead of the accident. I became outspoken in the crusade for the truth and ended up right smack dab in the middle of Return to Planet of the Apes (with Charlton Heston). *shiver*

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Originally posted by Paint CHiPs:
DINGLE AND THE BOY SCOUTS
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I'm sorry but I couldn't stop laughing at this one. I had tears all down my face from laughter and I fell off my chair twice.

This was brilliant

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Here's a dream for ya…I was eighteen and living at a house with two guys, one was a tattoo artist name Sleaze, the other my boyfriend Rely.
The whole six months I lived there both men were trying to convince me to get a tattoo. I was not the least bit interested. Tattoos are just not my thing. Anyway, after months of their arguments I had a dream one night that still makes me shiver to this day.

In the dream it was Friday night, we were partying heavy. I remember reeling about in the dream, drunker than a skunk I was. The next thing I remember was waking up 48 hours later and I was covered in a full body tattoo of a huge dragon. The body of the creature ran all down my back and its tail began in the lower butt area, wrapping all the way around one leg two or three times, his back legs were clenched onto my hips and his front claws were gripping my breast, his head was wrapped around my neck and his long tongue ran across my throat over onto a shoulder. It was extremely colorful and solid. It was beautiful but that was not my reaction. I started screaming..I almost died in the dream from the stress of it all. I was totally freaked and never so happy to wake to my clear no tattoo skin. Terrible dream

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I wish I would wake up with a full body tat.

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I dreamt about garycoleman last night. This is no joke. I was driving around las vegas and my car broke down in this art deco suburb. gary's house happened to be there, and he said he could loan me a bike while my car was being fixed. He said I could come in for sandwiches. His mom goes, "Is this one of your little friends, gary?" And then he's all, "Sure is, Ma!" And he goes up and pecks her on the cheek. I don't remember the rest of the dream, but I shivered from the wholesomeness of it all.

I think it was the cause of reading up on the Leave It To Beaver show while I was in chat and gary gave me a scientology link.

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I dreamt about garycoleman last night. This is no joke. I was driving around las vegas and my car broke down in this art deco suburb. gary's house happened to be there, and he said he could loan me a bike while my car was being fixed. He said I could come in for sandwiches. His mom goes, "Is this one of your little friends, gary?" And then he's all, "Sure is, Ma!" And he goes up and pecks her on the cheek. I don't remember the rest of the dream, but I shivered from the wholesomeness of it all.

I think it was the cause of reading up on the Leave It To Beaver show while I was in chat and gary gave me a scientology link.

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No, if your lame ass was in chat, then you would know. He's tall and thin, with light blond hair, pale skin, light blue eyes, and he wears silver-rimmed eyeglasses.

The exact opposite of a coked-up black midget.

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you forgot mine

"I had a dream Satan was pecking my skin off with his "beak" only it wasn't a beak it was one of those really sharp cyllindrical knives they use to transplant hair."

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Originally posted by rodneyking666:
you forgot mine

"I had a dream Satan ......

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Last night I had a dream I met up with Karen, Paintchips, Goatboy and Chantrea for an asylum meet and had sex with Jack Nickelson who was a cross between his character in wolf and that one movie where he played Satan.
We had to do a candle spell to get into this club, which belonged to Satan (jack nickelson). I moved the candle in a circle saying some weird shit and we were pulled into a hole in the sky. Then we stood at a door mouth that lay flat on the ground (in the sky), which was opened by the devil. We went down the latter until we came to the club. Its been a while since I had been to a club so the bass in the music (industrial) seduced my whole body.
Part of the dream I closed my eyes and visioned the different sounds as colors that danced, flew and made love to me. When I opened my eyes I saw Jack Nickelson (Satan)standing in front of me. He gave me a pirate's smile and smelled my neck and hair, then went down most of my body sniffing me like we were dogs or something. Then he stood straight and gave me a sinister grin and put his finger in my drink. With his finger in my drink he closed his eyes and my drink began to bubble. He opened his eyes, still with the smile, put the finger in my mouth, and I sucked on it. He walked off and I downed my drink. Paint, Karen, Goatboy, and Chantrea were sitting at the bar. Chantrea asked me what that was all about, and I told her we had history. I have never seen Goatboy, but in this dream he looked like Johnny Knoxville. Him and Chantrea were all over each other as were paint and Karen, just stopping short of sex most of the time. I began to go into an opium trip or something. Its kind of hard to explain, I was tripping hard but mellow, and everything felt good and was beautiful. next thing I know Jack was right in front of me again. He asked me how I liked the drink he made for me and I just smiled. He ran his thumb over my lips, pulled my mouth gently opened and sucked on my tongue...Ill stop there with the gory details cause even though it was a very seductive dream, and Jack was an amazing lover, I belong to splat and have no desire to fuck jack nickelson.





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Originally posted by SkapeGoat:
If I've ever had any fucked up dreams in my life, these were them...

The first one revolved around myself, Conan O'Brian, and Andy Richter. Andy was having a little problem with getting money for college, and Conan and I were trying to find out a way for him to get the money. Conan gets the wild idea to go to the NAACP for a grant. I then ask Conan how he thinks this will work as Andy is a WHITE person. He says just trust him, and away we go. Cut to the NAACP headquarters, which strangely looks like the interior of the local Applebees. Andy is now dressed like a thug, with an afro wig and some shades, no makeup though. We go up to the president of the NAACP at the bar and explain our situation. He is glad to help and is writing out the check when all of a sudden a gang fight breaks out! The three of us run outsite where the parking lot is demolished, as are all the cars withing. Gunfire comes from behind as the gang follows us out. We spy a short bus still in workable condition, and make a run for it. We make it, and while ducking bullets make our getaway.

Somewhere inbetween this and the next dream Joeycat is talking about how much she likes anal sex because her pussy is dried out... don't ask me why the FUCK that was in there.

So now I'm at a summer camp like place. It's co-ed, and all teenagers around my age. I'm put in the dorm with all the more attractive guys, the one where all the girls hang out. We're given this big, yellow plastic armor like thing to wear... sorta like football pads, but more cumbersome. Most of us trim this THICK PLASTIC gear with safety scissors. Normal summer camp stuff insues. Then, near the end I'm walking up the stairs to my dorm building. All the good looking girls are lounging on our porch. One of them asks me, "Are you sure this is where you belong?" and I reply, "Yeah, I know I don't look good enough, but I'm in here." I walk in with my head held high. Once inside one of my roomates is removing his armor, when the gay custodian comes around. My roomate drops his pants and moons him, pulling his cheeks way apart as if to intice him, all the while spewing insults. I take my armor off as well, while the song "Ain't no mountain high enough" as sang in the movie "Remember the Titans" begins to play.

I wake up, and I'm mumbling that damn song.

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I had a dream a few days ago that has stuck in my mind.

In my dream my little dog was half pig, half dog. Her nose kept morphing into a pig's snout and back again into a dog's nose.

Someone asked me, "Didn't you know she was half pig when you adopted her?"

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I missed the fact that paint had a dream about me, I think he dremt the future, because that pretty much describes my night, although I don't know what the max is.

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Originally posted by DevilMoon:
I missed the fact that paint had a dream about me, I think he dremt the future, because that pretty much describes my night, although I don't know what the max is.

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I collected that comic when it came out, I wonder if its worth anything now.
damn cool comic book.




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I had a very revealing dream last night. Although my memories of it are rather fragmented and jumbled, it made some sense.

In my dream, I had a girlfriend at home (mirroring reality; although who my actual girlfriend is was disconnected from the dream). In any case, I had traveled out of town, somehow maintaining my routine away from her, my social life otherwise intact. As I went through the next couple of days, I met girls who I, drawn beyond my will, got involved with.

One was a very attractive (although airy), tie-die sort of girl who I'd sort of pursued at one point and lost interest in some time ago. In this dream-world, she had much larger breasts than in reality. I held her waist while we sorted through movies at the video store, trying to find something good, while my friends stood there commenting on my infidelity as if they were talking about an election.

I don't remember much about the other one. The dream was carried on as if she were an afterthought, or a mystery. She seemed to have a sadness hanging upon her... she was plain, and withdrawn. In any case, the flirtation was short-lived.

The dream-world shifted focus back to Nanaimo, the town I live in, and where I was travelling about somewhat aimlessly and purposefully at the same time, on foot. Eventually I reached my destination: this mansion castle-compound that was compressed to a small size and arranged for combat, as if it were a CTF map for Quake, Half-Life, or Unreal.

In this compound, I confronted a great armored enemy many times my size. I was sure not to let him grapple with me, because he would have crushed me - instead I had to swiftly dart about and strike at his weakest points, slowly, slowly wearing down his strength. My life was at stake, but I was not just myself; I was also some sort of abstract, a sublimated greater force within a human form. This enemy of mine hit me a couple times throughout our duel, and although I was gravely injured, my wounds only intensified my focus and the potency of my attacks. Eventually, I won. My enemy wasn't killed or destroyed; he was only reduced to a shade of his former strength, which had been outcome I'd hoped for.

My interpretation still requires some thought.

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Originally posted by Paint CHiPs:
I'm still hoping Dead Inside misses this thread as well.

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How did I miss this and all the opportunities that came with it?

(Chantrea wants me)

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Hahaha, and it's all my fault!

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Hahaha, and it's all my fault!

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*salutes, with a tear in his eye* They do good work, those boys.

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