Freaky dreams

Ghost Buster

I was, for reasons odder than the dream I am about to tell you of, suddenly reminded of a dream which freaked me out at the time and I have never forgotten.
I was a first year in secondary school when I dreamt that all the boys in my class were queuing up from the door of the wood work room so I joined the queue. As we shuffled along in the queue I peeked up the line to see that we were all routinely circumcising ourselves by slapping the lad into a wood vice and lopping off the foreskin with a wood chisel. And all the boys were doing this calmly and without protest...'bugger!' I thought.
Then, as boys will be boys, they started outdoing each other. Some lads were hacking at them selves and taking off lumps of bell end and using bigger and bigger chisels and ultimately the guy just in front of me produces an old serrated bread knife and calmly saws the top off his lad whilst grinning and winking back at me!:eek:
As with dreams I think I woke at this point...thank ****..

Now..lay down on Ghost Busters couch and tell me about your dreams.

Menas

Ghost Buster wrote: »

Now..lay down on Ghost Busters couch and tell me about your dreams.

Or alternatively, get thee to the Dreams sub forum!

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/forumdisplay.php?f=827

fussyonion

If there's one thing that irritates the hell out of me it's people telling me about their dreams.

My mother does it.

I don't care how fantastical, how weird, creepy or amazing it was...don't rabbit on for ten minutes about something that never happened.

It's boring and a waste of time and neither of us is going to benefit from the conversation.

CrazyRabbit

Ghost Buster wrote: »

I was, for reasons odder than the dream I am about to tell you of, suddenly reminded of a dream which freaked me out at the time and I have never forgotten.
I was a first year in secondary school when I dreamt that all the boys in my class were queuing up from the door of the wood work room so I joined the queue. As we shuffled along in the queue I peeked up the line to see that we were all routinely circumcising ourselves by slapping the lad into a wood vice and lopping off the foreskin with a wood chisel. And all the boys were doing this calmly and without protest...'bugger!' I thought.
Then, as boys will be boys, they started outdoing each other. Some lads were hacking at them selves and taking off lumps of bell end and using bigger and bigger chisels and ultimately the guy just in front of me produces an old serrated bread knife and calmly saws the top off his lad whilst grinning and winking back at me!:eek:
As with dreams I think I woke at this point...thank ****..

Now..lay down on Ghost Busters couch and tell me about your dreams.

That's just an average day in some parts of the world.

Knight who says Meh

fussyonion wrote: »

If there's one thing that irritates the hell out of me it's people telling me about their dreams.

My mother does it.

I don't care how fantastical, how weird, creepy or amazing it was...don't rabbit on for ten minutes about something that never happened.

It's boring and a waste of time and neither of us is going to benefit from the conversation.

And does your mammy force you to read threads you aren't interested in?

Rothko

If you never forgot the dream then how come you had to be reminded of it?

mr_edge_to_you

I always find that the MSG in the Chinese takeaway makes for a wild night's dreams.

Defender OF Faith

go talk to a dream interpreter