Troops as my Friday 11.45am finish approaches, just wanted to say have a great weekend. I forsee a comfortable Gers victory over the Buddies, 3 - 0 and a shock (well maybe not that big a shock) defeat for Celtic at the hands of the Pars, 2-1
had a dream we lost to st. mirren, still think we'll beat them tho cos dreams dont mean anything (see my dream thread ) celtic will stuff dumfermiline probably, it has to happen some time
Nev, you should get onto one of those punters who interpret the meanings of your dreams. I would ****in love to hear the outcome of that get together. The poor **** wid be in therapy for years
what? you mean i'm not going to double team my mates wife with his brother then get chased by him round the house to the benny hill theme?
ma 1 beats them all but am not sure a shud tell u because its wrong in so many ways. av no even told ma pals
**** it, we were somehow in a russian prison (which was somehow down ma local park) and there was snow everywhere outside. we couldnt get out but a knew one of the guards, as ye do, and he said he would help me out but no-one else, so i just made a run for it and so did this lassie so ma mate the gaurd shot her and she was lying dying in the snow and i ran over to her, she was peppered with bullet holes and i decided to shag her, which is rape really, so basicly i raped a dying woman
come on you tease. i've had a couple of good war ones since coming home (the compund being overrun, running out of ammo, accidentally shooting one of my mates, sitting in a field and my mum coming to tell me i'm dead) but nothing beats my mates one where he's naked, in an irrigation ditching fighting off taleban with nothing but a helmet and a spoon, he said he even had a rhythm; helmet helmet spoon, spoon spoon helmet i had one where i walked into a room and the female cast of friends, rachel stevens and alisha cuthbert are all there and i know in my mind that they are all there to **** me and all i say is; "where's kylie?" "she couldnt make it" "oh well" and if you're going for weird i had one where i was a squirrel but could think like a human and i was just running about doing squirrel things and generally having a great time (being a squirrel is ****ing awesome by the way) with all my squirrel mates then these big **** off frogs (really big) show up and start eating all my squirrel pals. i try to fight them off with a stick but the biggest i can pick up is a ****ing twig, because i i'm a ****ing squirrel!!!!!!! i actually woke up screaming to that one. my mrs asked me what happened, i tried explaining, i gave up
if you've not guessed i pretty much dream and remember it (for a while at least) every night. i get them quite a lot nev, also do that thing where i wake up and can go back to sleep and resume the same dream
never benn able to go back to a dream, thats my only wish in life u jammy ****. u ever had a dream where ur givin urself a BJ? av had a few of them
When I was a young teen I always had dreams of shagging birds and actually feeling that I was squeezing their tits, as in I woke up and could swear I did That wasn't the first thought on my mind though There was one that I pumped Ulrika Jonsson and since then I've always had a thing for her. Would rattle her just to see if it was like my dream. I've dreamt about birds I went to school with and for days I won't be able to stop thinking of them. After those dreams it's straight onto facebook to add them
not yet! trying to think of any other good ones, also because i dream so much get a lot of bad ones but rarely even notice and its rare that i'll have one that'll shake me up (the one with my mum really freaked me out and had one in iraq that i was drowning in sand, like jarhead, which was fun) best football one i've had was where i'm just walking along and theres' some kids playing football and it gets kicked over and i flick it up (which suprises me as i cant play football with out tripping over my feet or the ball) and start doing nike advert esque tricks. for some reason i've just become amazing over night! then there's that sort of dream montage thing of time passing which includes me signing for rangers, winning the league and pretty much singlehandedly winning the european cup subconciously i'm an egotistical prick
just remebered one from a few wks back where me and another guy killed a petrol station attendant and buried them (her) under a pile of bags of charcoal while our gf's waited in the car totally clueless. thats what you get when you dont have any drifters
when i came back to work after being away my boss told me they'd been debating whether or not to get a load of poppers and set them off behind me the had decided not to so i said it was probably for the best as i'd just have broken down in tears big laugh "either that or i'd have snapped your neck" no laughs. i hadnt quite gauged the joke right
