The night before last I dreamed that Stephen threw a wicked party in his house. Since I’ve never been to his house, my imagination decided it was this incredibly sweet, multi-story wooden house (almost cabin-like) in the woods. The only problem with this house was that there was this huge hole in the middle of every floor, and it was pretty easy to fall (to your probable death) if you weren’t cautious. This party was full of assorted Waterbloggers, though I can’t for the life of me remember who exactly was there.
Moral of the story: I’ve been reading way too much stuff here lately.
August 22nd, 2006 at 6:34 PM
I had a dream two nights back that Robin died in a car wreck (I was walking by the police station and I saw his green vehicle there and his mum and Candace were there). Then I found out it was his dad, and that Robin was actually Robin Jr. It was sad.
August 22nd, 2006 at 10:39 PM
Stephen’s response does not affect “78.”
Shuttup, George!
August 23rd, 2006 at 2:29 PM
i share this bizzare trait, i too have strange and wicked dreams. when you have no soul the effects aren’t quite the same however. when with soul these dreams and visions only tend to make you think about what they could mean. When without soul you at times decide to pursue the dream, for instance, I dreamt of a man lying in a field tathered and torn. Chest ripped to shreds, exposing rib after rib, only to notice the uppers had been forcefully broken through. His missing heart was clue to what had happened, along with a torn throat and empty jugulars from which it seems he bled to death. As I woke from this daytime sleep, I woke only to realize I had been having this vision for the past few nights and would prefer a change of channel. Later that night, a farmer in the slapout/holtville area was crossing his field in search of a missing calf. In the darkness I learked ever so quietly. One final time I would see the man in the same position as my vision. This trait is shared by many, others simply have no imagination, take these dreams and do with them what you feel seems neccesary. Maybe you too will wind up hunting man.
August 23rd, 2006 at 9:04 PM
Sometimes when I’m stressed out with homework or an exam, I dream about solving problems, especially math. Unfortunately, I wake up only to find that I never figured out the solution, and that my work is still ahead of me. I predict many of these dreams to start occuring due to school being once again in session…
August 23rd, 2006 at 10:35 PM
Spooky.