TFP Dreams

Okay, this morning I awoke after I had a horrible dream that mixedmedia was in my basement, scampering around and generally fucking up all my toys.

While the rest of TFP is drooling and fapping to her apparent greatness, I've got her in my man cave, tossing my tools on the floor and cackling like a harpy.

I don't recall how the dream started, but my OCD went mega nuts after she trashed the place and I started picking up. I think she was wearing mom jeans.

That's what I get for a bucket of spicy food before bed. Ugh. Nothing gets me more sweaty and go-nuclear pissed off than coming home to a messy house.

 

I never scamper. I have been known to cackle.
Since it is not likely that I will ever be in your basement, I'll just keep fucking with your bullshit posts around here.
*cackle*

 

Don't go saying she was wearing granny panties too cause that will fuck up a lot of other people's dreams.

 

I don't own any mom jeans, but I do wear granny panties, of sorts, on my clinical days. And I look totally fucking hot in them.

 

If anyone could pull that off, it would be you.

/double entendre'd/

 

GeneticShift was in my dream last night. No details that I can remember beyond her message: Don't do drugs, kids.

 

I never dream. I only remeber the horrific dreams of me being stuck in the middle of tidal waves or nuckear armageddon or hurricanes. I know these dreams typically mean that I am facing things in the real world that I cannot control and I should either come to terms with that or learn to deal with instead of being frightened by them.

Just the other Monday morning I had a dream that General Grievious (from star wars) was on the hunt for me. I had a brilliant idea to hide in my house and as he was walking along, shining his flashlight hither and thither. I hid, like a fool, in a nook in my house (I live in an apartment) between the wall and the fridge, and turned my face toward the wall. Like a child who thinks you can't see him if he covers his eyes. As his flashlight landed on my face and I knew he had found me, I woke up in a cold sweat facing the open window. Barely on time for work.

When I was a kid, I remember my dreams from then. I was brave, fearless and attacked head on all monsters and apparitions my mind could conjure. I used to watch horror movies and nothing scared me. I thought they were silly. Right now, being afraid of real life situations like dreading to go to work manifesting itself in the most idiotic fashions possible makes me feel like a loser.

Fuck dreams. Fuck real life.

 

I had a dream a few months back about Lyndon LaRouche and a giant snake ... but wait, that had nothing to do with TFP.

I've heard of Kai Ryssdal.

 

Though I don't remember most of my dreams, I don't think I've had any TFP-related ones, but there's always hope. If anyone has any particular requests, feel free to let me know. Otherwise, I'll keep you all posted.

 

Sleeping in today, apparently, seeing as it's 1pm and I'm still in bed. I woke up from a dream a few minute ago in which @noodle and I were sharing a rather large joint in my living room, while the rest of my first floor was populated with partygoers I couldn't name wielding musical instruments.

Weird. But sure, I'd share a joint with @noodle.

 

*snort* Right back atacha, @DamnitAll.

 

Awwwww!

 

Sounds like my kinda party.