I don't remember this portion of my dreams. I had many last night. One was very sexual. I woke up with a boner and really wanted to finish the job but didn't. In the dream I was peeping on a woman that looked a lot like Andrianna. It was a dorm-room setting. I watched her … Continue reading Ron Paul
Category: Dreams
Swimming; Obama
First the Obama thread. Went to an Obama rally/speech. He was either President or pres-elect. Was there I think w/ Brook and sister Em. We actually got right up close to Obama and the podium. There was a big crowd but it was sparse up front. I remember thinking that if I had a gun … Continue reading Swimming; Obama
11.24.07
I recall bits and pieces. First I am at this luxury hotel (I guess). I come out of a pool or sauna room. As I leave two attractive young gals come in. Maybe it's something like a locker room or it's supposed to be private. I keep open an inch and a half crack in … Continue reading 11.24.07
11.23.2007
When I woke up I remembered two threads. Right now I might only have one in mind— I walked out a window onto a ledge. It was innocent enough. Initially I intended only to gain access to the next room via its window. This was at a hotel or dorm. The ledge was only a … Continue reading 11.23.2007
11.22.2007
Monteagle, TN — Book club dream. Me & Brook as hosts. Disorganized. Could not remember what book it was.
Northwestern
6:56 a.m. I have an interview with a Northwestern alum at 9 am this morning. Last night I had a dream that I went to the interview. It was OK but my attention kept wandering. The interviewer was a bald, 40-year-old man with a black moustache. He wore a red and white striped shirt, like … Continue reading Northwestern
Bye Bye, George
I was in the local dive
when the President walked in.
We talked,
but not about politics.
He said something
about a banana having
a good youth form.
I was like
Good youth form what the hell is that.
He said about how
a horse could have a good youth form.
We really just shot the shit.
It was fun.
I always figured it would be.
The Painted Russian
by R.L. Wisdom I went to a hookerwho charged me nothing.Presumably I knew her.This was on a shipof the Americans' persuasion,which once blew up aRussian ship for no reason.I remember you being upsetabout me sleepingwith the hooker (wholooked like Jessiefrom Saved by the Bell)—but not for the obvious reasons.That is why Isuspect the painted ladywas … Continue reading The Painted Russian
Question about death vs. dreams
Why is it that, when you're about to die, you have a dream-like experience? And when you are dreaming, and about to die, you wake up?
Leaving on a Battleship
I dreamt last night that I was shipping off with my wife on a big, black-iron, state-of-the-art battleship. It was part of a new program by the government to wed civilian and military culture. I was extremely excited about the ship. It was enormous and we would have lots of space to ourselves. The program … Continue reading Leaving on a Battleship
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