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Post by emptyfox on Jan 31, 2012 21:25:10 GMT -5
So what you're saying is you were dreaming about being in Dr. Garbanzodicaprios head.
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Post by Souly on Jan 31, 2012 21:25:59 GMT -5
I'm assuming I met your mom too since she was already there doing poetry readings.
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Post by Dr. Garbanzoinski on Jan 31, 2012 21:27:17 GMT -5
Now that you know both of their (dream?) identities, you must be destroyed.
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Post by Souly on Jan 31, 2012 21:27:43 GMT -5
At first I thought you said you cuddled with WSS and Know. That would have been hilarious.
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Post by Guest on Jan 31, 2012 22:03:01 GMT -5
Yes. I dreamt I was in Dr. Garbanzodicaprio's head but he had assumed my body and identity and he was all snuggled up with WSS.
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Post by Dr. Garbanzoinski on Jan 31, 2012 22:38:57 GMT -5
I have a feeling WSS would chew off his own hand before snuggling with me haha.
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Post by Dr. Garbanzoinski on Jan 31, 2012 22:39:24 GMT -5
(Even though his username is one of my top 3 favorite MM songs)
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Post by Guest on Jan 31, 2012 22:40:12 GMT -5
He would probably do the exact same if it was the real me.
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Post by LumpSquatch on Feb 7, 2012 19:29:04 GMT -5
Had a weird fever dream the other night about Sasquatch (except Sasquatch was on an island in the San Francisco bay. Does that make it Treasure Island or something?)
Empty, you are a frightening driver, especially when we're driving through hills with no side-railings. Pea, you were distracting him a lot. You are partially to blame.
The snack stands are all 2 stories. You get to the second story from a ladder, and you leave it by going on a water slide back down to the ground.
Everything is lit by glow sticks.
Other weird abstract things I can't explain in words.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Feb 7, 2012 20:15:10 GMT -5
The snack stands are all 2 stories. You get to the second story from a ladder, and you leave it by going on a water slide back down to the ground. Everything is lit by glow sticks. WE NEED THIS. Where the fuck is Owen, we need to send a transcript of lumpy's dream to Snack's immediately. |
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Post by Souly on Feb 7, 2012 21:52:21 GMT -5
Not really Sasquatch related, but I had a dream that I had this machine that created clones of people for the sole porpoise of finding out what it felt like to hug yourself. They weren't alive, they were just cold bones and skin that were exactly like you.
The dream also involved somehow saving the world with this machine, but I can't remember how.
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Post by Gang Warily on Feb 28, 2012 12:27:09 GMT -5
I had a weird Sasquatch dream. First, I saw Sigur Ros being added on the lineup without being told by anyone (That was painful to wake up to). Then they announced that they were adding a "film stage" where they would play an animated clips of upcoming films but they can't show any cool parts due to copyright reasons... Any Freudians out there? What does this mean?  |
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Post by emptyfox on Feb 28, 2012 15:02:29 GMT -5
I dreamt last night that I was at a festival of sorts. It was totally the Gorge now that I think of it. I was carrying my camera and an extra lens with me (My super expensive wide angle), while also carrying a beer.
I sat down on a hill overlooking the cliff's edge and dropped my expensive lens. It propped itself against my shoe, but I could tell it was very precarious. I went to put down my beer and then watched helplessly as the lens slipped off the edge of my shoe and rolled off the cliff.
Totally inane dream right? Well, when the lens hit the water it fucking exploded like a grenade, all hell broke loose, and that's all I remember.
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Post by Friendly Destroyer on Feb 28, 2012 15:27:03 GMT -5
Any Freudians out there? What does this mean? You're pregnant. |
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Post by Guest on Mar 1, 2012 16:29:41 GMT -5
I joked with Cat and Stamper about opening an illegal cosmetology station at Coachella but I legitimately had a dream that I was in the Sasquatch campgrounds cutting hair and straight up kicking ass. Girls and boys, even kids were leaving looking like movie stars and then some guy (who was in barber school at the time) came and asked for a haircut like this:  but wouldn't let me use clippers and I realized I had no clue what I was doing REALLY and had thought I might cut off his ear so I just ran away. |
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